Not with a whimper but a bang: The demise/liberation of a Sweet Frog

(My VCU move in day post is coming soon! Or more like how I sat and watched people move in)

Breaking up is hard to do….with Sweet Frog. 

I loved that job. With every bit of my soul. I would come to work excited. I loved showing up and talking to my coworkers and doing to easy jobs of cutting fruit, wiping down tables, and fixing spoons. We went through UR basketball game madhouses, post-Freeman sporting events, and Saturday couple’s date nights. My first boss was the sweetest Asian woman who took a personal interest me and gave me a gift card to her sushi restaurant.  I loved everything about that place. Especially the customers. 

My customers. 

My dear Jesus Christ I had the best customers. 

Like the adorable Berling family. Each one of them always had the sweetest and most polite disposition when they came in and made sure to say “hello how are you”. You guys are going places with attitudes like that! And the Giovanettis. One cold winter night, their entire family came to Sweet Frog and talked with me for a good fifteen or twenty minutes while we were slow and ever since we’ve had a nice chat during every visit. I just love the old Benedictine families like them. Talking to them always gives me a cozy feeling,  especially when they went to school with my father and his brothers. It reminds me that no matter how big you think Richmond is, at the end of the day we’re a tight-knit city who holds their connections close to our hearts. 

And Mrs. Brickley! My beloved geometry teacher, who, during junior year, discovered that her favorite Sweet Frog was my job and we would easily spend half the classes discussing yogurt flavors and topping combinations. Although I never saw her there while I was working, I looked out for her. 

Celeste and Will! My SGHS boo who worked across the street from me used to come and visit when she got off at the grocery store and bring her co-worker, Will. Marcus, my last manager, would let me sit and talk with them, and he even would butt in Celeste’s and I conversations and he even hired her for the summer. 

Or when Ana and her plain vanilla yogurt, with Alax, Adrienne, and Jacqueline. Seeing you guys would make my night, my Silver and Blue babies. 

And even as a Gertie girl, I got along with the other private school kids. Margaret was easily one of my favorites. She came in every night and got yogurt for her and her mom, just making it before closing time. Marcus’s favorite were the twins, two adorable and extremely well mannered girls who would get their yogurt, no toppings and leave. 

And Mr. Bannon! He and his son were easily some of my top favorites. His face was always smiling and he called me the “gertie girl” and remembered where I was going to college, although we saw each other sparingly, and kept me up to date with all the Benedictine drama. 

Ahhh, my banana people. The couple who would come over and always ask for a banana and split the whole thing. Then they’d chat while Marcus and myself. I even saw Mrs. Banana at the grocery store! 

And Cora and her mother! Cora’s a three or four year old girl who was born with only one hand, but she was always running up to the other customers and make friends while her mom tried to get her to sit and eat her yogurt. I always seemed to bump into them outside of work and every time we’d spend time talking and catching up, becoming good friends. 

There are so many more people not listed that I’m going to miss. (Sorry, I just worked 13 hours and it’s one am). Seeing you all made me want to go to work every night and I loved nothing more than getting close to all of you. It was a difficult choice of what job to leave, but I had to do what’s best for me, and you were all my staying point at the Froggery. I wish every single one of you only the best in life and I hope that the four winds blow you back in my path one day. 

xoxox

Claire

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