StoryOn one of your busy visits around town, you walk past a small café that you never took notice to before. A vintage plaque above the coffee shop reads 'Cup of Java' in an elegant script. You look at your watch and discover you have just enough free time to pop in and look about. Curious, you enter the shop; as you do so, a tiny bell above the door heralds your arrival.
The café is in disarray; obviously the new owner has not finished the renovations before opening shop. You turn to make a hasty retreat when a loud BANG comes from behind the counter.
Oooo, that smarts!" a diminutive Kacheek appears, rubbing the top of her head.
Sorry, are you alright?" You ask; unsure if you should help or make a quick escape.
What?" The Kacheek looks at you as if she was unaware you had entered the café. "Oh, a customer! Sorry for the mess; you see, we've just opened. I mean to say, I'VE just opened shop. No other employees, so it's running a bit behind schedule." She covers her mouth to stop the blabber, but you can see a toothy grin beginning to form.
I must have entered the wrong shop; terribly sorry. I'll just be going…" You try to leave without seeming rude, but the Kacheek will have none of it.
Nonsense! The name's Java and this is my coffee shop; first cup's free!" Java pours a mug of coffee from a pot and walks around the counter toward you.
What are you wearing?" You ask in a bewildered voice. For Java is dressed in what appears to be a giant cup of Borovan; marshmallows and all.
Oh, this? It's our uniform. Don't you just love it?" Java asks as she hands you the cup of coffee.
You try not to show your feelings of distaste for the uniform as you take your first sip of coffee. All forms of distaste leave your mind the second the delicious brew hits your taste buds.
Wow! This coffee is fantastic!" It feels as though your taste buds are singing.
Made fresh, every hour!" Java proclaims.
You are truly grateful to have decided to stop in, but you really need to be leaving. You thank Java profusely for the cup and promise to stop in every time you're on this side of town. Before you leave, you feel it is your duty to dissuade the Kacheek from forcing her employees to wear such an outfit. After all, it is the least you can do after sampling such a delectable brew.
The little Kacheek hoists up her 'Hot Cup of Borovan' uniform, "Either we'll be known as the coffee masters in town or as the crazies in the wacky uniforms. Either way, we'll be known and THAT is the best way to advertise." You can't help but think she's right. After all, she'll always be imprinted in your mind as the nutty Kacheek with the great coffee. You tell her this and as you leave, you see her covering another toothy smile behind her hand. The bell above the door chimes as you take your leave.