HBA06
Branch [Long Island]
Date [2021-01-19]
Server [Employee No. 53]
Beverage [London Fog]
File Reference [HBA06]
There’s facing your fears, and then there’s STUPID ASS, DUMB ASS, ASS ASS, SCARY 3 AM CHALLENGE ASS NIGHTMARE GAMES THAT WE DON’T NEED TO BE PLAYING. Just to be clear, I’m not afraid of anything—except for cockroaches, wet food, MTG locals, globus sensations, suspicious alley cats, and, yes, ghosts. Thankfully, up until now, none of those have ever walked into the Cafe. But now? Now we’ve got London Fog drinkers, and TO BE CLEAR, my list of fears has shrunk by one because mama is not afraid of silly little customers.
That being said, why did I have to monitor Collyer Brothers Park ALONE from midnight to 4 AM? Who was that for? What did I do to you, No. 116? HMM? Did I make fun of your questionable and sometimes forced accent? Or your collection of various overpriced cowboy hats? Your knockoff spurs? HMM?? Whatever. I’m over it. You know why? Because whatever you did to serve Mr. Collyer worked. Despite the near-constant dread, nothing happened. No one jumped out at me. It was just a normal, stupid, tiny park. So, case closed, Mr. Collyer served, and another tab paid… in… full?
Can we pay the London Fog drinkers’ tabs in full? ‘Cause, y’know, they’re already supposed to be… well…? And from what we’ve gathered in the RRBT, the only thing we can do is send these customers back home to wander around aimlessly and hungry. But what’s stopping Mr. Collyer from coming back? I mean, we could leave a nice little note in their park—that’d keep them away, right? Eugh… I hate London Fog drinkers. At least with our usual customers, even though they’re technically passed on, we always had the option to pass them on again.