Long narrow room, one wall has panels of windows and two glass doors. Rows of chips and candy. Gurgling coffeemaker. Scones and bagels stacked in the display.
"Hi, how are you today?" one cashier says. Middle aged woman, gray hair, quirky smile.
"Cinnamon Raisin bagel with cream cheese, please," says a mustachioed man.
People come and go - students, professors, university employees. Some wear hoodies and sweatpants, some wear suits and ties. Some buy scantrons, some buy bagels, but nearly all buy coffee. The delivery man comes in through the back entrance.
"Where's the drop-off box at?" he says.
"In there I guess," the cashier replies.
"You guess?"
"I guess. They won't let you come in the front door anymore?"
"Nope."
"They don't want him coming in the front door," the other cashier interjects. Younger, wears navy skirt, white socks cover her ankles.
The gray-haired woman checks the coffee containers. One is empty. She sets up the machine to make another batch. Water gurgles. A few minutes later, the younger cashier turns the machine off.
"Coffee done?" the older cashier asks.
The younger cashier is emptying the coffee grounds. No reply is given.
"Guess so, huh." She walks over the register and looks down at it. "You know I got 517 people at this register yesterday. Five hundred and seventeen people."
The younger cashier finishes emptying coffee grounds and goes into the back room.
"You know," the older woman says to a customer, "I went to bed at 8:30 last night I was so tired. I'm glad its slow this morning."
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