In one of the most drawn-out departures in the history of baristadom as she's managed to pick up a shift every day this week, Ruthie's last day really is Monday, Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday.
We're going to miss the youthful exuberance of our lone resident teen, as well as friendly arguments about her pro-anarchy politics.
Anyway, the big news is that Ruthie is having a going away party. And neither you nor us are invited. Because it's a slumber party. In the shop. Tonight.
So if you're walking down Washington Road in the middle of the night and happen to look in our window and think you see a bunch of pajama-clad mannequins inside... no, it's not that you've had too much at The Saloon or Molly's (well, maybe you have... hard to say), nor have we been annexed by Zzz's.
A slumber party. In the store. Suddenly we feel like very anxious parents.
We'll be seeing Ruthie again on the 21st when our paths cross in Rome (we assume travel cash was the reason she picked up four additional shifts this week). Plans are to hit Tazza d'Oro and Sant' Estuchio for espressos during the afternoon we cross paths near the Pantheon. Maybe we'll even visit a wine bar (with her parents blessing of course), seeing how she's legal there. When in Rome, y'know.
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