The Spyhouse on Hennepin and 24th.

Coffee Shop Moment #309: It is the midst of an afternoon.. A lone barista is working the floor. Most tables are filled around the coffee shop. You count the laptops – one, two, three… twelve? Holy Burundi! Almost everyone has their face buried in a screen. Then, slowly, you notice it happening. One person looks up from behind the lid of their laptop. The motionless statues start to move. Another person looks to their left and then their right, with bewildered eyes. What happened, they seem to say. Pretty soon all the customers are looking at each other. “Is it happening to you?” they say to each other without words. “I don’t know what happened,” the others silently respond. As the befuddled looks spread across the entire coffee shop, you notice the barista watching the scene, with a subtle sneer. The coffee shop is full of muted commotion. Finally, the arms and legs of a laptoper come alive. The person dislodges their body from behind the table and wanders up to the counter. “Can I help you?” the barista asks while already knowing the problem. “Um, yes. My internet isn’t working. Can you check the router?”

The Things They Noticed

Working in a coffee shop is not unlike being in a war zone. That is, in the morning. Customers keep coming in and coming in. They never stop walking through the door. New faces all the time. They keep ordering drinks and it never stops. Your job is to fend them off one by one.

The Coffee Shop Review

Sometimes when you walk into a coffee shop, the barista will look at you as if to say, ‘What do you want, a skim-decaf-punch in the crotch?

The Glum Review: Full Moon Cabaret

Bedlam Theatre, 1/10/09 10pm

by Glum

Aside from the cackling woman sitting right behind me and the dirty-hippie-smell about the room, the show was great.

The Glum Review: “Milk”

By Glum

Milk by Gus Van Sant

While working in the coffee shop the other day, an attractive woman came in. She is a regular that I usually chat up. Somehow we got into the topic of movies. I mentioned I saw Milk over the weekend. “How was it?” she asked. “I’m not gay,” I said. “I’m not judging,” she said. “It was extremely inspiring,” I said. “To be gay?” she asked.