It really does make me wonder if 2012 really marks the year the world ends.
As we go through the final stretch of this year, most of us dismissed and forgotten about the whole “end of the world” hoopla that was supposed to take place next Friday (12/21). But with all the tragedies and the disasters that occurred during these final months (the most recent one was yesterday…), I couldn’t help but wonder if the whole hoopla really was true or not. Still, I continue to be a skeptic.
Today is the last day that my neighborhood coffee shop, Paddy’s Coffee, will be present at this corner location. Yesterday was their last day of operations. I did stop by Paddy’s the day before that and took this photo you see at the right during noontime. The weather was perfect, plus I love the fact that the sun slightly shines over the complex but never over-shined Paddy’s altogether. But anyhow, I ordered my Mexican Mocha (I normally order their different varieties of chai, but Mexican Mocha this time) that day and I sat alone on a corner table just taking a few photos so I can have my own memories of that place.
What I will miss about Paddy’s isn’t just the coffee and the tea. I will miss most especially are the people behind Paddy’s, most notably Mr. Paddy himself. They were very accommodating, very welcoming, and even though you are not much of a regular and not always there every day, they will remember your face if not your name. Since I only live a block from this place and not always there every single day, Paddy and a number of baristas working there do refer me by my name, which is really cool and I feel honored altogether.
I still have my free Paddy’s t-shirt which Mr. Paddy graciously gave to me for free when I got in to a little “accident.” This was back at around 3-4 years ago when a former co-worker and I stopped by for our beverages (she got a tea, I got my usual chai). We decided to hang out at the patio tables at the park across the street since the place was already full and a bit noisy. Unfortunately for me, some unfriendly, non-concerning seagull just happened to fly by us and decided to drop bombs on the shoulder of my blouse. We ran back at Paddy’s to use the public restroom and wash off the “remains.” Rather than just having the hard time spending at the restroom using all the rough paper towels to wash and wipe them off, Paddy gave me a lovely black t-shirt to wear in place of my blouse so that later I can go home and wash my poor blouse. I still have the t-shirt and I wear it very often when I can.
I want to stop by one more time later tonight and join in their closing potluck party, but I’m going to be super-busy today for an important event on the same night at home.
Till next time, Mr. Paddy. At this moment it’s off to Starbucks or Jamba Juice for me just to get my beverage. I have to drive there and waste a bit of gas just to get there. That still doesn’t beat just walking a short block to Paddy’s.
Thank you, Paddy’s. You really made Union City spark among the eyes of the outsiders, way more than the Union Landing shopping center did. Come back soon!