Day 13.

Restart. Monday again. But just so you know, my schedule is different this week. Tomorrow I don't open with Jack. We come in later in the afternoon. And then leave around 7ish so the next two can come in and close up.
The coffee shop closes at 2 am.
I never want to close.

We went shopping later on. At another cute little vintage shop. It was quite the drive. But well worth it. And I think we stopped at at least 8 garage sales on the way there. But after a hard day making over a bazillion lattes(they were half price today), I deserved a new pair of heels. Or two.
Total mistakes: 49
Total customers: 70

Total shoes paid for: 5
Total shoes for free: 2

It was that amazing. Turns out the shop that Jack took us to, has boatloads of vintage shoes. Seriously. And they are all organized by the date they were received and their size. And if a pair has been on the shelf for over 6 months, they're free. That's how fast they usually go. No joke.
Jack was hilarious. He's pretty good friends with the owner from the looks of things. So he pulled some strings. And got me the pair of vintage pink tap shoes for free. Even though they'd only been on the shelf for 5 months and 22 days. I was so happy.
Sullivan was his adorable self. He and I went to get chinese take-out for dinner while Jack was in a heated conversation with some random guy on the street. About Jesus of course.
Sullivan and I ended up eating egg rolls and sweet&sour pork for 1 and 1/2 hours while sitting on the sidewalk. While Jack still listened calmly to the man who's face looked like a tomato because of some absurd doctrinal thing I didn't understand. Sullivan just pretended it was the most normal thing in ever. But I guess he would. He's been friends with Jack long enough.

It was a good day.
And tomorrow,
tomorrow I get to sleep in.
And then wear my new grey suede high heels. Quite possibly with my butternut coloured skirt.
And then Sullivan and I will go to dinner.
And then I will sleep.
Again.
Tomorrow will be a good day too.
xo, Delia