Notes From Me
Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Cotati (photo not mine)


Behind the counter at Tama Rama's was a greasy marriage of filth and disorganization. I would stand back there in a standoff with it. That shit was gonna attack you. The shelves and counters were already crowded to incredible bulging at the edges, and with the clown-colored candy piled everywhere, the place felt a little out of control.

In back of the counter was where the most chaos lived. If someone needed a straw or a napkin or anything, I would reach down for it, and as soon as my fingers made contact, an avalanche of papers, candy wrappers, pencils, and useless, plastic unidentifiables from bubble-gum machines lost their balance and tumbled from the shelf.

Cleaning and organization threw the usually sweet-tempered Judy into a barely-contained panic. If she and I were working together after one of my straightening attempts, she would whine urgently at me, "Napkin!" while smiling and handing a customer change. She wouldn't recognize the full napkin holder on a clear shelf below the counter.

"Fork?" she hit a caffeine induced high note, still not looking at me. So, I would let the chaos back in like a temporarily thrown out lover. And it wouldn't take long.

posted by lux at 2:31 PM
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2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous commented at 3/27/2006~  

Cotati,in California?

Blogger lux commented at 3/27/2006~  

you know it. or do you? only the parking lot of drizzling rain and a newcastle i couldn't finish.

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