TCS01
RECEIPT AS OF: 8/07/01
BARISTA ON DUTY: DOPPIO
RECEIPT FILED AS: TCS-01
Dear me, the traffic today was simply horrendous. Not that the 710 is ever terribly pleasant, but today it was a parking lot. Normally I wouldn’t immediately suspect a customer coming to the Cafe to be the cause of Los Angeles’ wonderful commute. However, I heard from a few fellow motorists that the cause of the jam was due to various inexplicable technology failures. Various stoplights and traffic signs in the area have completely failed, forcing most to abandon side streets in favor of the freeway. More interesting, the city workers claimed it was something they had never seen before.
Of course, it could be pure speculation, but things that tourists have never seen before are right up our alley. My mind immediately went toward Mr. Hazen—though I think if we were saddled with Gizmos, it would be a lot more apparent. Whoever this customer is, I suspect they are small and hard to detect. From what I was able to overhear, the city workers suspect something small enough to get into the wiring of things. Though it was clear none of them had actually seen the customer in question.
Well, now that I have finally reached the Cafe’s physical location, which is very far from our Calabasas home, might I add, I can start looking into this nuisance of a customer with my darling Espresso. Well, that is assuming it is a customer, after all. On the other hand, it could simply be a continued failing of SoCal’s transportation infrastructure. Perhaps the true customer we’re looking for is Judge Doom. Speaking of—Espresso and I have been worried that there is an uneasy tension in the Cafe. We’re hardly all on the same page. There is no easy fix to much of the heartbreak and distrust—but… we can at least offer a “movie night” at our home, like the old days. Maybe at the end of the month?