Mornings at the Coffee Shop (Encore)
Our story tonight is called Mornings at the Coffee Shop, and it’s a story about a cold day made warmer by a fresh cup of coffee made with care. It’s also about twinkle lights reflecting on a shop window, a well-stocked pastry case, hospitality, and the connections that bloom in a community.
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Speaker 1 Our story tonight is called Mornings at the Coffee Shop.
Speaker 1 And it's a story about a cold day made warmer by a fresh cup of coffee made with care.
Speaker 1 It's also about twinkle lights reflecting on a shop window,
Speaker 1 a well-stocked pastry case,
Speaker 1 hospitality,
Speaker 1 and the connections that grow in a community.
Speaker 1 Now,
Speaker 1 turn out your light.
Speaker 1 Set everything down
Speaker 1 and snuggle deep into your sheets.
Speaker 1 Make yourself as comfortable
Speaker 1 as you can.
Speaker 1 You are exactly where you're supposed to be right now.
Speaker 1 Take a deep breath in through your nose
Speaker 1 and sigh through your mouth.
Speaker 1 One more time, breathe in
Speaker 1 and out
Speaker 1 good
Speaker 1 mornings at the coffee shop
Speaker 1 all was dark downtown
Speaker 1 as I pulled into the alley behind the coffee shop
Speaker 1 Well,
Speaker 1 the Christmas lights still twinkled on the storefronts
Speaker 1 and there was a light on at the bakery.
Speaker 1 But other than that, all was dark and cold.
Speaker 1 Gosh, it was a cold morning.
Speaker 1 We were in that part of winter when the temperature doesn't make it above freezing for weeks at a time.
Speaker 1 And most folks don't leave their house house without a good reason.
Speaker 1 But coffee is a very good reason.
Speaker 1 I hurried to the back door of the cafe
Speaker 1 and fumbled with my keys
Speaker 1 in my mittened hand.
Speaker 1 I did not want
Speaker 1 to take those mittens off.
Speaker 1 But getting the key in the lock took an unearthly degree of focus in the bitter cold.
Speaker 1 I took a steadying breath and lined it up and twisted till the lock gave
Speaker 1 and the door opened.
Speaker 1 I stepped through into the warm shop and locked the door again behind me.
Speaker 1 I stood still for a moment
Speaker 1 and let the chill shake out of me.
Speaker 1 We still had a tree up and decorated in our front window.
Speaker 1 And in the darkness it reflected prettily through the space.
Speaker 1 The colored lights bounced off the white marble tables
Speaker 1 And I hummed a Christmas song that was still stuck in my head
Speaker 1 While I unwound my scarf
Speaker 1 I hung my coat and wrappings on the rack in the back room
Speaker 1 and took a clean apron from the shelf.
Speaker 1 I wrapped it around myself,
Speaker 1 tying the strings in front and tucking a fresh towel through them.
Speaker 1 I folded back the cuffs of my shirt and rolled them a time or two
Speaker 1 and began to feel a bit more awake,
Speaker 1 a bit more human,
Speaker 1 and a bit more hospitable.
Speaker 1 I'd heard a news story once
Speaker 1 about a town somewhere, a little village on another continent,
Speaker 1 where they were known for something called radical hospitality.
Speaker 1 Guests, tourists,
Speaker 1 travelers were welcomed with such earnest warmth
Speaker 1 that their time there felt like a dream.
Speaker 1 And for the people of the village,
Speaker 1 it was a point of pride.
Speaker 1 None of it was put on.
Speaker 1 It wasn't a show.
Speaker 1 It was a core part
Speaker 1 of their culture.
Speaker 1 I'd pulled my car over to listen to the story.
Speaker 1 I'd been so gripped by it.
Speaker 1 It felt like it was expressing something I'd always felt,
Speaker 1 but hadn't had the words for.
Speaker 1 To make someone feel
Speaker 1 so welcome and cared for when they came into your house or shop or restaurant.
Speaker 1 Well, it felt very important to me too.
Speaker 1 And that's why I didn't mind opening my coffee shop on a freezing dark morning.
Speaker 1 I'd get to welcome people,
Speaker 1 to warm their bellies and spirits with our offerings.
Speaker 1 And that was always a pleasure and a duty I took seriously.
Speaker 1 But
Speaker 1 as the philosophers say
Speaker 1 coffee
Speaker 1 after all
Speaker 1 you cannot pour from an empty cup
Speaker 1 so I flicked on the lights over the espresso machine
Speaker 1 and set about filling mine
Speaker 1 sound of grinding beans filled the empty cafe
Speaker 1 and as I tamped the grounds
Speaker 1 and screwed the port-a-filter into the brewing head,
Speaker 1 I could smell the rich roasted scent.
Speaker 1 There was a hint of chocolate and a nuttiness like hazelnuts in the aroma.
Speaker 1 And as that first cup brewed with a thick, pale crema on top. My mouth watered in anticipation.
Speaker 1 Before the morning was out, I would have several cups.
Speaker 1 Probably one azalatte,
Speaker 1 one macchiato,
Speaker 1 and an Americano near the end of my shift.
Speaker 1 But this first one
Speaker 1 was just a plain shot that I sipped as soon as it was ready.
Speaker 1 I felt it lighting me up with warmth and energy.
Speaker 1 After the last sip, I slipped the cup into the washer
Speaker 1 and reset the machine for our first customer.
Speaker 1 I looked at the clock and realized that first customer would probably be here in just a few minutes.
Speaker 1 Luckily, closing staff did an excellent job of setting us up to open.
Speaker 1 It was part of our hospitality.
Speaker 1 It wasn't just for guests,
Speaker 1 but also for each other.
Speaker 1 When you came in, you'd find the person before you had left your station neat and prepped.
Speaker 1 The towels were clean and waiting in the dryer.
Speaker 1 The hopper was full of beans and the cups were stocked.
Speaker 1 So all that was left for me was to turn on the lights, add some music, and unlock the door.
Speaker 1 We sold bagels and muffins, cornetti, plain or filled with pistachio cream from the bakery.
Speaker 1 I used to have to bundle up and walk down there on these cold mornings, but
Speaker 1 they delivered now
Speaker 1 and usually showed up a half hour or so after we opened.
Speaker 1 In fact, I could see their delivery guy just now, bundled up and heading to the diner with a loaded tray in his hands.
Speaker 1 We were a little web of connections in this town.
Speaker 1 The bakery kept us all in fresh bread and treats.
Speaker 1 The diner fed us waffles and sandwiches.
Speaker 1 My coffee shop kept us all awake.
Speaker 1 The bookshop, the record store, the place that repaired bikes and the flower shop.
Speaker 1 We all kept each other going.
Speaker 1 And speaking of, as I went to unlock the door,
Speaker 1 I found the man that owned the bike repair shop waiting on the doorstep.
Speaker 1 He looked frozen,
Speaker 1 and as I pushed the door open for him, he hurried in.
Speaker 1 Don't tell me you rode to town today,
Speaker 1 I said, certain that I already knew the answer.
Speaker 1 He looked a bit stunned by the cold and just nodded as he tucked his hands under his arms.
Speaker 1 I pointed to the seat closest to the radiators, told him to sit down and thaw out.
Speaker 1 Luckily, I knew his order.
Speaker 1 It was another point of pride for me.
Speaker 1 It went right along with the hospitality.
Speaker 1 If I made your coffee three times,
Speaker 1 well, I won't forget how you like it.
Speaker 1 His was a large Americano
Speaker 1 with an inch of steamed oat milk on top.
Speaker 1 And on Saturdays he got a bit of cinnamon syrup added in.
Speaker 1 Well,
Speaker 1 it was Saturday, and I figured he'd need the extra boost either way.
Speaker 1 As I began to make his drink, another barista came in through the back door
Speaker 1 and tied on her apron.
Speaker 1 Customers began to shuffle in as well,
Speaker 1 and the rhythm of morning at the coffee shop took over.
Speaker 1 People gathered in clumps at tables
Speaker 1 and along the bar in the front window.
Speaker 1 The bakery order came, and we stocked the pastry case by the register.
Speaker 1 My frozen friend drained his Americano
Speaker 1 and waved a thank you before heading back into the cold.
Speaker 1 The big table against the back was filled up with the neighborhood grandpas
Speaker 1 with their newspapers and corny jokes.
Speaker 1 When I leaned in with a fresh carafe to fill their cups, one one of them whispered to me,
Speaker 1 Do you ever wonder why you don't see hippos hiding in the trees?
Speaker 1 I sighed and waited.
Speaker 1 That's because they're really good at it.
Speaker 1 Oh boy, I chuckled
Speaker 1 and went back to work.
Speaker 1 Yes, one way or another,
Speaker 1 we all kept each other going through the winter.
Speaker 1 Mornings at the coffee shop
Speaker 1 All was dark downtown
Speaker 1 as I pulled into the alley behind the coffee shop.
Speaker 1 Well,
Speaker 1 the Christmas lights still twinkled on the store fronts,
Speaker 1 and there was a light on at the bakery.
Speaker 1 But other than that,
Speaker 1 all was dark and cold.
Speaker 1 Gosh, it was a cold morning.
Speaker 1 We were in that part of the winter when the temperature doesn't make it above freezing for weeks at a time.
Speaker 1 And most folks don't leave their house without a good reason.
Speaker 1 But
Speaker 1 coffee,
Speaker 1 coffee
Speaker 1 is a very good reason.
Speaker 1 I hurried to the back door of the cafe
Speaker 1 and fumbled with my keys in my mittened hand.
Speaker 1 I did not want
Speaker 1 to take those mittens off
Speaker 1 but getting the key in the lock took an unearthly degree of focus in the bitter cold.
Speaker 1 I took a steadying breath
Speaker 1 and lined it up and twisted till the lock gave and the door opened.
Speaker 1 I stepped through into the warm shop
Speaker 1 and locked the door again behind me.
Speaker 1 I stood for a moment and let the chill shake out of me.
Speaker 1 We still had a tree up
Speaker 1 and decorated in our front window
Speaker 1 and in the darkness
Speaker 1 it reflected prettily through the space.
Speaker 1 The colored lights bounced off the white marble tables,
Speaker 1 and I hummed a Christmas song that was still stuck in my head
Speaker 1 while I unwound my scarf.
Speaker 1 I hung my coat and wrappings on the rack in the back room
Speaker 1 and took a clean apron from the shelf.
Speaker 1 I wrapped it around myself,
Speaker 1 tying the strings in front
Speaker 1 and tucking a fresh towel through them.
Speaker 1 I folded back the cuffs of my shirt
Speaker 1 and rolled them a time or two
Speaker 1 and began to feel
Speaker 1 a bit more awake,
Speaker 1 a bit more human,
Speaker 1 and a bit more hospitable.
Speaker 1 I'd heard a news story once
Speaker 1 about a town somewhere,
Speaker 1 a little village
Speaker 1 on another continent.
Speaker 1 They were known for something they called radical hospitality,
Speaker 1 guests,
Speaker 1 tourists,
Speaker 1 travelers
Speaker 1 were welcomed with such earnest warmth
Speaker 1 that their time there felt like a dream.
Speaker 1 And for people of the village,
Speaker 1 it was a point of pride.
Speaker 1 None of it was put on.
Speaker 1 It wasn't a show.
Speaker 1 It was a core part of their culture.
Speaker 1 I'd pulled my car over to listen to the story.
Speaker 1 I'd been so gripped by it.
Speaker 1 I'd felt like
Speaker 1 it was expressing something
Speaker 1 I'd always felt, but hadn't had the words for.
Speaker 1 To make someone feel welcome
Speaker 1 and cared for
Speaker 1 when they come into your house or shop
Speaker 1 or restaurant.
Speaker 1 Well, That felt very important
Speaker 1 to me too.
Speaker 1 And that's why I didn't mind opening my coffee shop on a freezing dark morning.
Speaker 1 I get to welcome people,
Speaker 1 to warm their bellies and spirits with our offerings.
Speaker 1 And that was always a pleasure,
Speaker 1 and a duty I took seriously.
Speaker 1 But first,
Speaker 1 as the philosophers say,
Speaker 1 coffee.
Speaker 1 After all,
Speaker 1 you cannot pour from an empty cup.
Speaker 1 So I flicked on the lights over the espresso machine
Speaker 1 and set about filling mine.
Speaker 1 The sound of grinding beans filled the empty cafe.
Speaker 1 And as I tamped the grounds
Speaker 1 and screwed the porta filter
Speaker 1 into the brewing head,
Speaker 1 I could smell the rich, roasted scent.
Speaker 1 There was a hint of chocolate,
Speaker 1 and a nuttiness like hazelnuts in the aroma.
Speaker 1 And as that first cup brewed with a thick, pale crema on top,
Speaker 1 my mouth watered in anticipation.
Speaker 1 Before the morning was out,
Speaker 1 I would have several cups,
Speaker 1 probably
Speaker 1 one latte,
Speaker 1 one macchiato,
Speaker 1 and an Americano near the end of my shift.
Speaker 1 But this first one
Speaker 1 was just a plain shot
Speaker 1 that I sipped as soon as it was ready.
Speaker 1 I felt it lighting me up with warmth. and energy.
Speaker 1 After that last sip,
Speaker 1 I slid the cup into the washer
Speaker 1 and reset the machine for our next customer.
Speaker 1 I looked at the clock and realized that
Speaker 1 that first customer would probably be here in just a few minutes.
Speaker 1 Luckily, closing staff did an excellent job of setting us up to open.
Speaker 1 It was part of our hospitality.
Speaker 1 It wasn't just for guests,
Speaker 1 but also for each other.
Speaker 1 When you came in,
Speaker 1 you'd find that the person before you
Speaker 1 had left your station neat and prepped,
Speaker 1 the towels were clean and waiting in the dryer.
Speaker 1 The hopper was full of beans and the cups were stocked.
Speaker 1 So, all that was left for me
Speaker 1 was to turn on all the lights,
Speaker 1 add some music,
Speaker 1 and unlock the door.
Speaker 1 We sold bagels and muffins,
Speaker 1 cornetti,
Speaker 1 plain or filled with pistachio cream from the bakery.
Speaker 1 I used to have to bundle up and walk down there on these cold mornings,
Speaker 1 but they deliver now
Speaker 1 and usually show up a half hour or so after we open.
Speaker 1 In fact,
Speaker 1 I could see their delivery guy just now,
Speaker 1 bundled up and headed to the diner with a loaded tray in his hands.
Speaker 1 We were a little web of connections in this town.
Speaker 1 The bakery kept us all in fresh bread and treats.
Speaker 1 The diner fed us waffles and sandwiches.
Speaker 1 My coffee shop kept us all awake.
Speaker 1 The bookshop, the record store,
Speaker 1 the place that repaired bikes,
Speaker 1 the flower shop.
Speaker 1 We all kept each other going.
Speaker 1 And speaking of,
Speaker 1 as I went to unlock the door,
Speaker 1 I found the man that owned the bike repair shop waiting on the doorstep.
Speaker 1 He looked frozen.
Speaker 1 And as I pushed the door open for him, he hurried in.
Speaker 1 Don't tell me you rode to town today,
Speaker 1 I said, certain I already knew the answer.
Speaker 1 He looked a bit stunned by the cold and just nodded as he tucked his hands under his arms.
Speaker 1 I pointed to the seat closest to the radiators and told him to sit down and thaw out.
Speaker 1 Luckily, I knew his order.
Speaker 1 It was another point of pride for me.
Speaker 1 It went right along with the hospitality.
Speaker 1 If I've made your coffee three times,
Speaker 1 well, I won't forget how you like it.
Speaker 1 His was a large Americano
Speaker 1 with an inch of steamed oat milk on top.
Speaker 1 And on Saturdays, he got a bit of cinnamon syrup added in.
Speaker 1 Well,
Speaker 1 it was Saturday,
Speaker 1 and I figured he'd need the extra boost either way.
Speaker 1 As I began to make his drink,
Speaker 1 another barista came in through the back door
Speaker 1 and tied on her apron.
Speaker 1 Customers began to shuffle in as well,
Speaker 1 and the rhythm of a morning at the coffee shop took over.
Speaker 1 People gathered in clumps at tables and along the bar in the front window.
Speaker 1 The bakery order came, and we stocked the pastry case by the register.
Speaker 1 My frozen friend drained his Americano
Speaker 1 and waved a thank you before heading back into the cold.
Speaker 1 The big table against the back was filled up with the neighborhood grandpas with their newspapers and corny jokes.
Speaker 1 When I leaned in with a fresh carafe to fill their cups,
Speaker 1 one of them whispered to me
Speaker 1 Do you ever wonder why you don't see hippos hiding in the trees?
Speaker 1 I sighed and waited.
Speaker 1 It's because they're really good at it.
Speaker 1 Oh boy, I chuckled and went back to work.
Speaker 1 Yes, one way or another,
Speaker 1 we all kept each other going
Speaker 1 through the winter.
Speaker 1 Sweet dreams