DUMBO. Down Under the Manhattan Bridge Overpass. I never hang out in DUMBO; however, we just happened to be down there on Wednesday because the brothers wanted to check out the Brooklyn Bridge Park.
Upon exiting the subway station, lo and behold, there was the Morris Grilled Cheese Truck on the corner glowing, glistening, and beckoning us to come and eat. Naturally, being the Wee family, we have very little resistance to and a whole lot of love for food trucks, so we had to stop and order. And while we waited for our sandwiches, I began to wander down the cobblestone streets when I stumbled upon this little beaut.
Sign: “Help Wanted”
Me: “Hi there, I was wondering if I could pick up an application.”
Cafe owner: [Laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh, laugh…]
Me: [Gosh, this is awkward. I’ll give you three more seconds before I karate chop your face and run out with your tip jar.]
Cafe owner: “What’s your name?”
Me: “Malia.”
Cafe owner: “Malia, I just put that sign up one minute ago, walked back in here, turned to Sandy and told her, ‘First person that walks in that door, I’ll hire. If they’re really out there looking for a job in this 14 degree weather, I’m sure I’ll like them.’ My head was still turned towards her when you walked in. Now, do you have any experience as a barista or server?”
Me. “Nope.”
Cafe owner: “Ok well, that’s fine. I’ll teach you. Can you begin Saturday?”
Bada bing. Bada boom. Brothers left Friday. I began Saturday. Job #2. Check.
Goodness I love how God works. 🙂