All that was left was a twisted Kryptonite U-lock dangling from the street post in front of Mad Munch. The beach cruiser I'd been riding for the last year & a half was gone, the fourth bike that had been ripped off since I'd moved to San Diego.
I didn't have time to get upset or go on a rant over it. Not that day. It was finally time to get down to business. Kate & I had waited 676 days to open our doors & sell Cheezers to the public in OB. That was two bikes ago. Nope, on this day our sign finally read, "Yup."
Kate & I got everything firing on all cylinders in our new kitchen & the menu board was looking sharp as people actually lined up before to 2 pm to get in.
Our friend, Kerry, told us that he has a thing with being the first customer. "I just wanna be able to say that I ate there first before anyone else."
Apparently, that's a thing?
And, so is hiring your friend to be an inflatable tube man. Yeah, we did that. Well, our friend, Molly, volunteered to do it for a Cheezer. Here's a link to the video of here spirited performance:
https://www.facebook.com/kate.uhle/videos/10103428472725283
We were pretty slammed most of the day thanks to all of that fanfare. Kate was taking customer orders left & right, while I had a full griddle top for most of the afternoon. By almost 8:30pm, we were finally able to turn the tide & complete all of the orders.
Kate shut the door & turned off the stereo. We had made & sold over 130 Cheezers in just over six hours of being open- a record that would stand for years to come.
