For the past three weeks, at least one or two mornings a week, we’ve been doing “Community Diner” at The Hartland Diner. Community Diner Days are those days you show up at the Diner in the morning and there is one person attempting to pull of a virtuoso performance as Waitress, Cook AND Dishwasher. Frankly, we’re pretty darned skilled at this level of multi-tasking at this point. It’s not something you would WANT to do on a “regular” basis. But it’s good to know that you CAN do it as needed…
These days Regulars (yeah, that’s a capital “R for the KICKASS people who we see most weekday mornings at The Diner) have gotten used to Community Diner Day and pitch in as needed: putting out the Open flag; bringing new customers menus; even CUPS OF COFFEE. #chucklove
But we officially reached The Community Diner Pinnacle this week:
Tuesday morning when an older gentleman who apparently had never been in the Diner before was left alone with his breakfast while the Diner Goddess on Duty plunged the Ladies’ Room toilet REPEATEDLY and he leapt right in and waited on customers who came in. BAM! IT’S A MOVEMENT PEOPLE!
Wednesday morning what you see in the photo above transpired. Deb and Steve and Cathy (not pictured) working together to grind coffee beans, brew coffee and serve it up.
So. Much. Love.
You see a lot of negativity and hate and intolerance in the news. All the time.
Our ongoing experiment in Community Diner reinvigorates our faith in Humankind. Daily.
This is not just a Diner.
This is not just a Job.
Regardless of what you may see or read here I LOVE EVERY MINUTE OF THIS.