The Old Bean Coffee Shop was on the nicer part of town; nothing like the street my appartment was on. Almost every car parked infront of it was a high class sports car, making my hand-me-down 1989 Ford Anglia look ridiculious.
Cautiously, I put my hand on the stainless steel handle and pulled open the sleek, glass door. Everyone inside was wearing business suits and had scary perfect hair. I slowly made my way to the counter, remembering the 'hint' Ms. Madge had given me.
"Can I help you?" Asked the peppy blonde boy behind the counter.
"Um, yes. I'm looking for Mr. Dinkleberry."
"Oh, you must be the chick Dinkleberry was talking about."
"I guess so." I answered truthfully. "So, where is he?"
"He's through that door." He pointed to a gray metal door behind the counter.
"Ohkay. Thanks you very much." I nodded and pranced up to it.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
I knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" Came a gruff voice.
"Sarah Beth Cumberland, sir. I have my first day of work today."
"Oh." He sounded bored. "Come in." I nerviously opened the door.
Mr. Dinkleberry was a stout man with balding brown hair. His skin patchy with purpleish pink, and he was wearing a gray suit. He was sitting behind a desk that was covered with neatly stacked papers and a big cup of coffee in a mug that read "I'm the Boss." I had to hand it to him, he looked like a boss.
"What would you like me to do, sir?" I asked, akwardly standing in the door way.
"Sweep. Mop. Brew. Clean Tables. Ask Taylor what to do." He answered, curling the tip of his mustache.
"Who's Taylor?"
"The guy behind the counter."
"Is that is sir?"
"Yes. Go."
"Yes, sir." I nodded and went back out the door to Taylor. "He told me to ask you what to do."
"Ohkay. Well, er. You could fix another pot of coffee. We're running low."
"Ohkay." I happily nodded and looked over at the machine houseing an almost empy pot of coffee. Looking around, I spotted a bucket of coffee grounds. Picking it up, I measured about a cup out and put it in the pot. Then, I filled up a cup of water and put it in the top. Smiling, I pressed the on button.
"Taylor, the Latte boy... Brings me Java...Brings me joy...." I started to sing while I waited for it to brew.
BBBBBAAAAZZZZEEEERRRRRBBBB!
The coffee machine started to hiss and sputter as the water started shooting from the top of it.
"Ahh!" I shouted as I tried to hold the top down. "Taylor! This thing this like, dying!"
"What?!" He looked up from a picture of Dinkleberry he was drawing and run up to me. "What did you do?"
"I put the water in here and the grounds in here!"
"No! It's the other way around! Gah! Go get a mop!"
"Ohkay!" I ran to a closet with a plaque on it that read "broom closet" and retrieved a mop. I started mopping up the water as he turned the coffee machine upside down over the sink and let the boiling hot waters fall down the drain. Then, he pulled the pot out and poured the grains in the rubbish bin.
"Ohkay," He panted when everything was cleaned up. "He hired you, and you can't even fix a cup of coffee?"
"Hehe." I giggled and sat down at the counter. "I don't think he knows that..."
"Your kinda funny. Are you from around here?"
"Um...no."
"I can tell. So, I heard you singing earlier."
"Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah. I thought you might be interested in Kareoke night tonight."
