There are a lot of people that come into the creamery. Half of them I honestly can't remember. It just so happened that there was a guy trying to remove a cap with his keys. After watching him unsuccessfully remove the lid, I offered him my assistance. The funny thing was that it didn't even end up being me that removed the bottle cap. It was Britt. shout out! Anyway, their notes are fun to read anyway. And yes, after helping them, they told me they were the same people who left a note the first time. Then, my next day I saw this note taped up on the board at work. I took it :)
Dear The Creamery,
We thought that last time was a Fluke. Amazing service at local grills only happens about once a millenia, and Derek and I thought we were just the lucky recipients of a rare and evasive gift.
But alas, upon our return, the service was comparable, if not better than our previous visit! Derek purchased a Jarritos drink, and was valiantly struggling to remove its lid. As Derek used his last bit of energy and hope to open the bottle, Sheila swooped down with a bottle opener like a utensil Goddess and skillfully removed the lid. Finally, Derek could quench his unbearable thirst, and Finally, we realized the great service of before was not a Fluke. We knew in our hearts that the Creamery Grill was a store that stood for what is right, a store that fought for the common man. In a world filled with corporate greed and economic lusts, the creamery stands strong as a symbol of hope and purity.
--With all the love we posses, Derek and Zach
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