Mental Health Support

I used to be a coffee lunatic. A quick story for you, my fellow coffee person.

I once went into a Radio Shack to get some parts. While there, I noticed that the staff were rather busy and there were a few customers who were just at the counter to ask about the location of certain things. Well, I took it upon myself to be helpful, as I knew the layout of a Radio Shack like the back of my hand (electronics forever!). The manager saw me doing this and the fact that I knew where everything was. When I got to the counter, she asked me if I wanted a job. I didn't have a steady job at the time, so I said sure.

I went in for the interview and we sat and talked for a bit. One thing she said was, "I hope you like coffee! We drink a lot of it around here." I assured her that I did like it. She mentioned that she had already had one today. I said that I had just finished my second before coming to the store for the interview. We finished our chat and she then showed me around the store and so on.

As we we were finishing up, she grabbed her mug and said, "Welp, I guess it is time for number two!"

I stoped and smiled at her. "Oh, you said you had already had one." She nodded. I said, "Oh, you meant cups."

She replied, "Yea... wait, what did you mean?" My smile got bigger.

"Pots."

Suffice to say, she was stunned. I went on to tell her that, because it was summer, I had only had a few pots today. In the cold weather, I would drink it all day long.

I will never forget the look on her face when I said, 'Pots'.