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quite fit. They could
    have been a size smaller. I was definitely going shopping
    my next day off. I wore a plaid, green and white shirt and
    tucked it into my jeans, hoping maybe to use up some of
    the slack. I brushed out my shoulder length hair and pulled
    just the top back, leaving one strand to fall around my
    face.
    I was nervous as I parked my car in the back alley
    where I was told to park. I saw the back door, but
    wondered if I should I use the front door my first day. I
    didn’t have to decide when Starlight came out with a bag
    of trash.
    “Good morning,” she said with a happy smile.
    Starlight wore a long flowing skirt with sandals
    and a sixties looking shirt with some sort of Indian design,
    and long flowing sleeves.
    “Good morning,” I smiled back.
    Starlight shook my hand, and the first thing that I
    noticed was the peace sign tattoo between her thumb and
    forefinger.
    “Well, come on in,” she exclaimed and I followed
    her in.
    The door opened to a storage room with boxes and
    boxes of I had no idea what. I looked in the first door as
    we passed. It was an extremely messy office with stacks
    and stacks of papers. This could be a problem with my
    OCD. Everything had a place, and I couldn’t even blame
    that one on Drew. Even when I lived at home growing up,
    the dump that we occupied was as clean as the place
    would allow. Maybe I tried to make it better than what I
    knew it could ever be, but for some reason it had always
    stuck with me.
    “You can throw your purse in here,” Starlight
    stopped at the office door. “Just remember where you put
    it. Things seem to come up missing in here,” she joked,
    and I raised my eyebrows.
    I wonder why.
    We walked out to the front, and there was a
    counter with a register and too much junk. Oh boy, I
    thought, wondering if I could handle the mess. The part of
    the store on the far side was supposed to be the coffee
    shop. The part by the register was the hippy shop. Or
    something. I hadn’t quite figured out what she had going on
    in all of the chaos just yet. There was everything you could
    think of including a big glass bong displayed in a glass
    case. No wonder she was so happy.
    “Go ahead, look around,” Starlight gestured with
    her hand.
    I noticed three older gentlemen at a table in front
    of the window, drinking coffee and arguing about what
    year some bridge had been built. I thumbed through the
    shirts and pants rack and then moved over to the shelves.
    Starlight had every kind of tea imaginable. There were
    shelves of little figurines, and I had already fallen in love
    with a miniature little boy in jean overalls rolled up to his
    knees and holding onto two little puppies as they licked
    his cinched face.
    “Would you like some coffee?” Starlight asked.
    “Sure,” I replied and hoped she wasn’t going to
    offer me the breast milk.
    I followed her over to the coffee bar and was
    relieved when she asked me what my flavor was.
    “French vanilla?” I said in more of a question,
    wondering if she had it.
    “The best,” she answered, and she was right. It
    was the richest coffee I had ever tasted.
    I wondered why she would hire me to work there,
    after only seeing three customers stopping into get coffee
    after three hours. I didn’t think she could have that much
    business to pay me. I got my answer around three o’clock
    when she decided that she should show me how to order
    the teas and coffees.
    “Come on,” she said and I followed her to her
    confusing office. “We only have a week to get you up to
    speed before I leave.”
    “Leave?”
    “Yeah, I am flying to Australia for few weeks. I
    usually just close the place up, but my usual patrons are
    getting pretty tired of me just closing up and leaving. Don’t
    worry, you’ll be fine. Truck comes in on Tuesday. I will
    show you how to keep the coffee machines going. Saturday
    mornings are pretty crazy in here, but the good news is,
    you only have to ring them up. They get their