the bux bathroom holds many secrets, i'm sure. during my frequent floor runs i've found: a lit cigarette, a used feminine pad on the floor (a good three feet from the trashcan), chinese takeout, hair trimmings, groceries, and puke - in the sink.
a lot goes on in there, a lot more than what the bathroom was intended for. the newest bathroom activity is joint smoking.
yes, because my bux is frequented by many, many jr. high kids who can't do it in the privacy of their own home. a car is out of the question as well because they haven't a driving permit.
nope, these kids were dropped off at the local shopping center by mom, and before she comes to turn them into pumpkins, they toke it up at the bux. not behind the bux, not in the empty parking structure near the bux, but in the bux.
why? i'm guessing it's because they get a a craving for frappuccinos after partaking of marijuana. oh, and the fact that they're losers who think they'll never get caught.
this trend hasn't spread to our neighboring smoothie and bagel shops, although honestly they don't clean their bathrooms as often as the bux does. who knew jr. high potheads were such sticklers for cleanliness?
i'm counting the days until one of our many cop customers go into the bathroom after one of the hemp homies. that should be a day to blog about.
barista rant: what part of "sorry, we're out of cinnamon powder" don't you understand? you didn't believe me, so you asked the register partner and they told you the same thing. this still wasn't good enough so you began rummaging through our condiment bar shelves, hoping to score some prime ground cinnamon. what? you think we told you there was none because we were saving it for someone else? maybe you thought there was some cinnamon shortage and we were divvying it out to only two or three customers a day. well, after your great cinnamon search you came up with nothing. nada. zilch. maybe you'll believe us baristas next time. or maybe you can start carrying your own stash of cinnamon powder from now on.