My summer job is at a cafe called Ellen's in Old Town Spring. I work at the counter serving fudge and ice cream.
Some days, you get a real good customer. The kind that makes you smile for real, not just the obligatory "thanks for coming" smile.
Maybe a spritely woman from Britain who strikes up a little conversation.
Maybe an old cowboy with a classic voice and amazing facial hair,
It could be a pair of ladies content just to talk of the otherworldly Houston weather.
A good customer isn't made by the tips they give or the amount they spend at the counter. A good customer is the person that brightens your day.
The person that, after they leave, makes you say to yourself "I guess this isn't so bad after all."