I worked today from 2pm-9:30pm.
It started off as a normal Saturday afternoon.
I did the shift change with Blanca.
After Blanca left, I was left with 2 other Baristas (Lillian and Mike) for app. an hour and a half.
3:15 rolls around and a borrowed partner, from another store, comes through the doors. Her name is Veronica and her shift is at 3:30.
Knowing Veronica from previous times before, I greeted her with: “Hey, I didn’t know that you were the borrowed partner today.”
- “..Yeah, Blanca called me in. I’m going to make a drink before I start working.”
“Sounds like a plan!”
3:30pm is the time.
Veronica starts…time to send Lillian on her 10 minute break.
All the breaks go through awesome. We are doing great on everything that needs to be cleaned and ready for the night/morning. This is called “pre-closing” at Starbucks.
Before I knew it, it’s 5:15pm and Lillian is off.
Cool, I already gave myself a lunch; the only breaks that are left are Mikes lunch and Veronicas lunch.
Then Veronica goes.
I stay in the back and wash dishes and if Mike needs help on the floor, he’ll call me.
“*There aint no mountain High enough.. Aint no valley low enough.. Aint no riv-*”
“Did you take my wallet?” Veronica interrupted.
“Uh, what?” (I really didn’t know what she said.)
“Did you take my wallet?” She shouted.
“No…did you take mine?” I halfway joked.
“This is not funny! Where is my wallet?!” …
This is where our story begins.
What happened to Veronica’s wallet?
Maybe, you too can be a detective and help us solve this case.
The only thing worse than slipping on a wet floor at Starbucks is slipping on a wet floor while looking for a wallet at Starbucks.
Veronica did not suffer from this.
I was the one who slipped and fell.
The “river was wide enough, and wet enough, to keep me from getting to you babe.”
The song just had to be playing.. still playing… still playing.
Not the way I want to remember the song, but nonetheless, let us look for the wallet.
Running to the car.. Maybe it’s there? Nope. (Veronica was all over the place)
Yeah.. a.. No.
20 minutes passed and there still is no sign of the wallet.
I went out the side door and used the restroom, and came back with a breakthrough!
I used the side door.
The side door!
That couldn’t have been it.. could it?
Would a person in Foster city have the guts to use the side door of a Starbucks to steal a wallet?
I tried running the way it could’a happened in my head.
“So you’re telling me that in the multiple 3 minutes time frames that I am in and out of the back room, someone went around to the side door, came in – knowing that there was a possibility of more people being in the back room, or knowing that at any given second I could go to the back – and looked around, found a purse pushed in a hidden corner, took the time to open it, look around, took a wallet, walked out of the room and out of the store?”
That seems pretty gutsy, bold, and really odd.
In fact, what are the odds of that happening?
Especially in the City of Foster City.
She called the police to file a report. The police women finally came and asked me.. *Uh hem* confidential questions, that I cannot disclose here. *
The rest of the night, I was on the lookout.
Was it that asian guy?
That middle age women?
That dude that just purchased a latte with Veronicas license sticking out of a wallet?
Nah. That guy was too nice.
Okay… so the last one really didn’t happen.
But there is a really good lesson to the last statement.
Just because your nice, does not mean you wont go into the back and steal something.
I think it was a regular customer who has been watching us for a while and knows our system with when we are in the back.
What do you think?
The Lord Sovereignly knows.
That’s a good thing.
Maybe I should have told her that if she had more faith, then she wouldn’t need to worry about her money because then she would just be receiving checks in the mail.
I disagree with that point.
And on that note,