All Mod Cons
7/7/10 11:16![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
madrobinsOn Wednesday, Thursday and Friday I tend to work at Pebbles Cafe, two blocks from my house. It's a tiny little sandwich shop, cozy and friendly. There's a neighborhood cop who seems to know everyone; there are the endless parade of Irish contractors (I swear, all Irish!) and neighborhood babies in strollers; the small group of developmentally disabled adults who come in once a week as part of their walk; there are the laptop brigade, of which I am a proud member. There is WiFi I attempt to forget about ("must not Google...must...not...Google..."). Monday and Tuesday the library across the street opens early enough for me to work there (meaning, before 1pm), but the rest of the week it's Pebbles.
Today they had no electricity. Apparently someone from PG&E was working on another building and shut off the electric to this building, then went away whistling. Took two hours to get them to come back and turn on the lights again, and in the meantime, while the coffee (in insulated carafes) was hot, everything else was not. I don't want to think what this did to their bottom line; the cafe is only open from 6:30-3:30, and two hours mid-morning is a substantial part of their custom. When the lights and refrigerator and cooler and everything else came on with a muffled roar, there were cheers. One of the women behind the counter got all teary. Life returned to its usual self.
We forget how much we loves our electricity sometimes.
Today they had no electricity. Apparently someone from PG&E was working on another building and shut off the electric to this building, then went away whistling. Took two hours to get them to come back and turn on the lights again, and in the meantime, while the coffee (in insulated carafes) was hot, everything else was not. I don't want to think what this did to their bottom line; the cafe is only open from 6:30-3:30, and two hours mid-morning is a substantial part of their custom. When the lights and refrigerator and cooler and everything else came on with a muffled roar, there were cheers. One of the women behind the counter got all teary. Life returned to its usual self.
We forget how much we loves our electricity sometimes.