We love you. Our tag line is ‘Come. Sit. Stay.’ We mean it. Of course, it’s nice if you buy something periodically, maybe something really expensive, maybe even something really delicious, but just plain expensive is fine… that whole pesky ‘gotta pay our rent’ thing sometimes goes hand in hand with a commercial lease.
‘Course, many of you already do. And we’re happy, and content, and we want to hug you but that’s totally inappropriate but if you’re willing and we’re willing it’s consensual so let’s do this thing.
Meantime, this is a 4-top. That’s restaurant lingo for ‘the top of this table can accommodate 4 really delicious, hopefully expensive drinks and pastries, plus a few laptops and even a small train set if you plan ahead and organize efficiently’.
So, if you’re solo, which is cool with us, and you’re using this table, which is also cool with us, and you’re buying stuff, which is cool with our suppliers, then- you’re solo, and we’re cool.
But you know that one guy? The one that walks in with his backpack, looks around, sees no open tables, and leaves? We like him, too. Not as much as we like YOU, obviously, I mean- for crying out loud, you’re beautiful, and talented and funny and nice and gentle and we’d clone you if we had a test tube and 9 months. (We’ve got the 9 months, but are having a bit of trouble with the whole DNA replication process)(but we can make a mean latte- in a test tube, if it’s any consolation).
So? Sit here. Enjoy the ambiance. Enjoy the fresh, premium coffees and treats… often. And… EXPECT TO MAKE SOME NEW FRIENDS! If it’s crowded, and it often is, because we’re awesome and you’re awesome, and everything is awesome, and all is right with the world… ASK THE SOLO NEXT TO YOU to join you. He’s lonely and crying out for attention anyways. You might just unwittingly save a life.
Scootch over. Share the table. Invite someone to sit down. Trade tables with those 9 people sitting around one of the little round 2-person tables in front of you. Donate to charity. Support women’s rights, and for god’s sake, VOTE. Multiple times, if you think you can get away with it.
But please- share your table. Be aware of what’s going on around you. And- thanks for your patronage, you’re pretty ok, despite that whole ‘I deserve this whole table for myself because I’m just that special’ crap.
Love you. Thanks again for supporting local!
A few of our favorite recent ‘flames’ in the ‘Food for the Hungry’ debate.
Also, some ‘ground’ rules for posting comments. Ooh. We made a pun.
HEY YOU! We sincerely appreciate all of the discussion. There have been some wise, courageous, passionate comments and TONS of warm responses.
While there is no clear ‘correct answer’ (as far as we can tell, anyways), there have also been a number of - well, slightly more sarcastic suggestions, as helpful & inspiring as the authors intended their comments to be.
In an effort to laugh at ourselves, while we all work so hard to assume the best… we would like to GOOD-NATUREDLY respond in kind.
So? We shouldn’t. But we’re gonna. And if you’re reading this, we did.
We know there may be various options for some hungry folks. Food banks, soup kitchens, cardboard signs. And, yet...
If your ship is sinking, ya' might just not take the time to draft up blueprints to build a perfect lifeboat. You might instead- grab at the first thing that floats, and hope that JUST MAYBE it can keep you alive until you find a better solution.
Even if we HAD all of this man's backstory, chances are I couldn't identify with it. I'm not the best choice to judge him, I know this for certain. It's hard to understand ANYONE'S situation without having walked a mile in their shoes... I haven't, I've been fortunate. And I'm thankful that this is the case.
It's easy to sit at the computer in my warm family room, with a snack I probably shouldn't eat next to the keyboard, and simply type 'get a job'. For me? Feels dismissive.
And yet, we're ALL just a step away from a hardship. And a lot of climbing back up depends on who's around to help steady and encourage you; I'm grateful for those who have (almost?) forgiven MY many mistakes.
And if 10 people ask the food bank, or a church, or their neighbor- to share their oh-no-my-ship's-sinking, floaty-piece-of-wood-thingy, perhaps they can only say yes to 2 of them, or they ALL go down.