Stumptown

The people who work at Stumptown Coffee are their own special breed. They sneer at you if you come in dressed in business clothes rather than looking and smelling like you just worked as a bicyclist delivery person all day. They have an aura of superiority to them and appear as though they pass judgment on those of us who have followed the “traditional” route and have to sit at a desk wearing a tie all day. But they make a damn good cup of coffee.

Some of the guys I work with are too intimidated to go in there while wearing their business clothes. Apparently they don’t like to be sneered at while buying coffee. My theory is my money is just as green as the guy in line in front of me who clearly hasn’t showered in a week. Of course I smile nicely and bat my eyes at the workers too. I’ve yet to have a problem.

While I’ve realized that the people who work at Stumptown and I are clearly different, today I had a perfect example of how anal retentive I am. I decided to treat myself to a scone today. The girl working the counter put the scone in a brown paper bag and then promptly crumpled up the top and handed it to me. She crumpled it. Who just crumples? I may have had a mini stroke. Crumpling and I just do not go together. I actually took the time to straighten out the bag and fold it nicely like it was a sack lunch. I’m pretty sure the scone tasted better coming from the nicely folded sack.