Closed For Cleaning

angamainyu has posted some of the photos from our shoot last week. As always, they're awesome! Take a look (NSFW).

Yesterday was one of those rare occasions when something interesting happened at work.

One of our regular customers is a man who appears to be homeless. I think he lives off whatever he can carry on his bicycle, and that he sleeps behind the doughnut shop. He seems to be a really nice guy. Anyhow, around 7:30 yesterday morning, he came up to me and said, "There's a half-naked man in the bathroom who's been there since 9 last night."

And indeed, there was (which doesn't say much for the people who are supposed to check the bathrooms every half hour....)!

The bathroom was a disaster area. Garbage and clothes were strewn about everywhere. The man was either crazy, drunk, strung out on drugs, or a combination of the three, and he refused to vacate the premises. Indeed, he had turned it into his own private laundry facilities, and had been washing his pants in the toilet and attempting to dry them with toilet paper. His pants must have been absolutely soiled, because they had turned the water black, and filthy water was everywhere.

The bathroom was cordoned off with the "closed for cleaning" sign until a cop came to escort him out around 8:30-9 am.

So the next time you see one of those innocuous "closed for cleaning" signs, think about what really might be happening.

Aside from that, yesterday was just another coffee-pouring day, albeit one where my brain actually allowed itself to daydream. With other jobs, this would make me feel guilty. But somehow, I don't feel bad that I'm thinking about my upcoming butoh and tahtiib workshops while I'm pouring an extra-large double-double with milk.