at least hank loves me.

this is a poem dear old hank s. from van boven next door wrote me. albeit from a while ago, i think it still conveys his emotions quite clearly. he likes me better than peter. because I AM ESPRESSO ROYALE.

<< Rocky Has Returned To You, Though Still Healing From Her Fall,

Ready And Willing To Serve Hot Tea And Coffee To Us, All. You'd

Better Be Careful All Of You "Espresso" Folk, To Make Sure That

Rocky Doesn't Slip And Fall, Because She Wouldn't Want To Get,

"Re-Broke". (-: >> [sic]

now no offense to him, but i am not really sure hank ever had a grammar lesson... i mean, why all the capitalization? and the line breaks...don't really make
any sense at
all. nor does the period outside of the quotation marks in the last line. also that is probably the first ass backwards smiley face i have seen in my life. who knew you could mess that up?? anyways, i still appreciate the thought. and hank's increased tipping. i think he finally realized just how little money we actually make.

i wish everyone would spread the christmas cheer a bit more. and by that i mean start throwing the big coins in that tip jar. pennies and nickels are no good to me. now quarters...those are pure GOLD to me. let's see some more of that folks. i mean come on, i have served you coffee for nigh on three years. and how many times have i poisoned you?? maaaayyyybe once? give me some credit. in a monetary fashion. i need to buy wafflehouse a new fur coat. hers is not growing back :(