She needs a VLOG/YouTube channel. She’ll never make it through the training, the hours she’d need to put in or have the people skills to be a manicurist. The only thing I’ve seen her be good at is being Tiffany and telling people all about it; a close second is telling other people what to do. Get online, Tiff….
First coffee stories are fun. When I was growing up my dad drank coffee with cream and 1 sugar, and mom drank tea, black. They always made both. I thought coffee tasted and smelled terrible, but like to drink tea, black like my mom. Then at age 16 I was working in a restaurant and it was my job to make the coffee in a big urn. I used to take a cup to the chef (an older lady, extremely crotchety with a heart of gold) to test it, and she’d tell me when it was good enough. It wasn’t a requirement, I just couldn’t taste it myself. Well, one day she was in such a bad mood I didn’t want to bother her. And the scent of brewing coffee had started to grow on me. So I fixed a cup just like for my dad, one cream, one sugar, and tried it. I was shocked that I liked it very much. Later, in the fall, I was a senior in high school and asked my dad if he minded making enough coffee in the morning so that I could have a cup. He responded just like Luann’s dad. It was kind of sweet. I really enjoyed being a coffee drinker from that point on. The comfort of it got me through some tough times almost immediately.
Les always looks a little pissed, unless he’s looking righteously gleeful.