Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a barista in Lenzie is like riding a rollercoaster with no seatbelt. So, I roll into work at the café on Kirkintilloch Road, right? It’s a dreary morning, typical Scottish weather—grey skies, drizzle, the whole shebang. I’m already feelin’ the weight of the world on my shoulders.
First customer walks in. It’s Mrs. McGregor, bless her heart. She’s like 90 and always orders a flat white. But today? She’s all flustered, talkin’ about her cat, Whiskers, who’s gone missing. I’m like, “Oh no, not Whiskers!” I mean, who loses a cat in Lenzie? It’s a small town! But she’s convinced he’s off on some grand adventure. I can’t help but chuckle. I mean, what’s he gonna do? Explore the wilds of Lenzie?
Then, boom! The door swings open, and in walks this group of teenagers. They’re loud, obnoxious, and all wearing those puffer jackets. You know the type. They order like 10 different drinks. I’m tryin’ to keep up, but my brain’s like, “Dude, chill!” I’m pouring lattes, cappuccinos, and I swear, one of them asked for a unicorn frappuccino. Like, what even is that? I just rolled my eyes and gave them a caramel macchiato instead.
By the time I get to the end of the line, I’m sweating like I just ran a marathon. And then, just as I’m about to breathe, the power goes out! Just my luck, right? The whole café goes dark. I’m standing there, heart racing, thinking, “Great, now I’m gonna have to serve coffee with a candle.”
But then, something magical happens. The customers start singing! I kid you not. They’re belting out “Don’t Stop Believin’” like they’re in some cheesy musical. I’m laughing so hard, I almost spill the milk. It’s like a scene from a movie, and I’m just the barista in the background, grinning like an idiot.
Power comes back on, and I’m back to work. But now, I’m in a good mood. I’m serving up drinks with a smile, and even the grumpy old man from down the street, Mr. Thompson, cracks a smile. I mean, who knew a power outage could bring people together?
Then, just when I thought the day couldn’t get any crazier, my mate Jamie pops in. He’s just come back from a trip to the Highlands, and he’s got this wild story about getting lost on some random road. He’s waving his arms around, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna spill your coffee!” But he’s too hyped to care.
After work, I decide to take a stroll down to Lenzie train station. It’s a nice evening, and the sun’s finally peeking through the clouds. I’m walking down the Main Street, and I see the old library. It’s one of those places that feels like it’s got a million stories trapped inside. I think about how many times I’ve come here as a kid, lost in books.
But then, I spot a couple of kids playing football in the park. They’re kicking the ball around, laughing, and I can’t help but smile. It’s moments like these that make Lenzie feel like home.
As I head back, I pass by the chip shop on the corner of Victoria Road. The smell of fried food hits me, and I’m suddenly starving. I grab a portion of chips, and let me tell you, they’re the best in town. I sit on a bench, munching away, and I think about how crazy today was.
So yeah, Lenzie, you’ve got your quirks. The weather’s moody, the people are a bit eccentric, but it’s home. And even on the wildest days, it’s the little moments that make it all worth it. Here’s to more days like this—just maybe with fewer power outages!