My Dad's Coffee Girls

The title is eactly what it sounds like. Near my house there's this small self owned espresso place. My dad being a coffee addict doesn't miss a day before going to work to stop there and get his 20 oz. latte (and if he's in a good mood he gets a mocha with hazelnut, my favorite). Not only does my dad like his lattes, but he also likes to be served his coffee by a freindly cheerleader type girl. These gilrs that work at the shop are known by my family, my dad included, as his coffe girls. My dad finds that he needs to get to know each and every one of them. He knows every one of their nams, even the ones the work out of the time spand he stops to get a drink. He even gets to know their lives. One day my dad started to tell me a story about this girl Janna who's husband is in the military and she's going to be moving soon becuase her husband is getting transfered. My dad told me story as if I knew what he was talking about, but I didn't so I asked him who Janna was and he gave me a funny look and said, as if I should know already, "The girl who does the Coffee in the morning." Well, duu, I should have know that! Right. Some months ago (I can't remember how long ago now) the regular morning girl, this was before 'Janna' took over, was gone for a long amount of time and Janna was there to fill in. Well of course this didn't suite my dad so he had to know why his regular girl wasn't there. We came to find out that she had had a fallopian tube prenancy so she had to go into surgury and was at the time recovering from it. My dad excepted what had happened and put up with Janna until his regular came back. After about week of her being back he then again found that she wasn't there when he saw Janna there again. This time it was more serious, she was never to return to be his coffee girl ever again. What could be more serious than a fallopian tube prenancy? Well, she had watched while her boyfriend had been murdered. We didn't hear how he was killed, we asume it was a stray bullet. My dad was really sad to hear she had been through so much, but what I found odd was that he seemed to be more sad that his regular coffe girl would no longer be serving him. To continue my story about my dad's coffee girls I'm skipping ahead to today. This morning I decided to get a mocha, I went yesterday, but didn't stay long to talk becuase there was a line. Today though there was no line so the coffe girl started up a conversation with me. As the conversation progressed I found out that my dad had confided in her with the fact I'm moving to the other side of the state. I told her it was true and how I was excited, but my parents were'nt too thrilled about the idea (even though I'm moving in with family friends). She then respones by telling me, "Your dad knows you'll do fine over there, but he doesn't like the fact it's so far away." What the hell! I just found out about how my dad really feels about me moving from a girl my dad only sees for 10 mins every morning. So there it is, my dad doesn't mind confiding to his presious coffee girls about me, but he doesn't bother to tell me. To end this I want to give a shout out to all the coffee girls for putting up with men like my dad, God Bless You!