Jitters Coffee

It took me two weeks into my kid’s stay at Grant to realize there was a real coffee shop in the building — we always entered on the other side of the building.
Richard is the guy behind the counter, and he’s probably the nicest guy I’ve ever met. Once he gave my friend a latte on credit. Not on a credit card, mind you — he actually did it old general store style, like, «Yes, Mrs. Ingalls, you can pay us later for these eggs.» Who does that?
Anyways, we paid for the latte the next week because we’re there once a week at least.