When Espresso and Baby Chicks Ruin Your Life (Just Kidding… Sorta)

So here I am. It’s the middle of the night. I’m wide awake, twitching, and questioning all my life choices.

Why, you ask?

Because I decided—in all my infinite wisdom—that a nice little espresso at 5pm sounded like a fantastic idea. I had orders to finish, a to-do list giving me side-eye, and that sweet, sweet caffeine was calling my name.

Flash forward to 1am: I’m staring at the ceiling like it personally offended me, my brain is doing backflips, and I’m riding that fine line between being productive… and spiraling into Pinterest craft wormholes.

Oh, and the baby chicks? They’ve chosen tonight to host their screechy, high-pitched peep concert. We’re talking front-row seats to the Fluffy Feathered Rave Tour, and yes—it’s as loud as it sounds.

My eye is twitching. Is it from the espresso? From the chicks? From my decision-making skills in general? Honestly… all signs point to yes.

This is the reality of life behind the scenes at 207 Customs—where the vibes are strong, the coffee is questionable, and everything is made with love, chaos, and just a little bit of caffeine-induced attitude.

So if your order shows up with a little extra sparkle or a hint of sleep-deprived sass, just know it was crafted during one of these “fun little moments” that keep this business real, raw, and totally me.

Stay caffeinated, stay bold, and maybe don’t take espresso advice from me.

God fucking help me.

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