Thread: Gramercy Plaza

Bryn Galenus Location The GCC. Tag Open. Every day the store opens at 10am sharp, though Bryn Galenus is usually in by 8am to prepare. The store remains open until 8pm when he closes it down, spending the remainder of the evening for himself. The store is open six days a week, even during holidays, with the store closed on sundays. It has two entrances, one leading into Gramercy Plaza itself, with another on the far end that opens out into the street. The counter is small, beginning with a cashier station where one pays for their selection, before coming to a small glass panel where one can see the varieties of ice cream on display, with the far end of the counter being where one collects their product. Only ice cream is sold at the shop. Frozen yogurt or snacks must be purchased elsewhere, though outside food is allowed in the store if one cleans up after themselves. It has two rows of tables, with four chairs around each, with small booths tucked against the right wall for couples or larger groups to squeeze in. Decorations hang on the wall and dangle from the ceiling. A single flat screen television is mounted on the wall, usually displaying the sports channel. During the high summer months, its usually muted to allow for cheerful radio music to broadcast throughout the store. Most importantly, Gramercy Creamery Cones offers free WIFI. The store offers a variety of up to two dozen different flavours, with several types of cones in which the product can be consumed in. If a customer very much enjoys the flavour, tubs can be purchased as well. As for Brynsother business, one must settle with him in advance in order to be considered a part of the select clientele with access to the hidden menu . Speaking openly of such business in the store will see one banned. The hidden menu consists of the following products Aunt Mary, Marios Extra Life, and Miami Skiing. Under the counter unseen by customers is an ice cream tub marked Fish N Chips . Because such an ice cream flavour would be so disgusting and disliked, it is hoped no one would ever look inside, because inside the tub is a gun, a .357 magnum, the serial code scratched out. There was no dress code for employees of Gramercy Creamery Cones, given that usually only one to three people were working. In the present day, only one person managed the store, with a passion and zeal that was remarkable for someone his age. A plain long-sleeve white shirt adorned Bryns body, the sleeves rolled up however, atop dark jeans and high-top sneakers that easily cost as much as the rest of his outfit combined and doubled. Yet this casual appearance seemed to work wonders with the consumer base, as it was a locally run store for the local people, not some organization with a far off headquarters with their streamlined process and fake smiles. Bryns smile was anything but fake. He joked with the children. Flattered the women. Listened to the old-timers. His prices were not inflated. You got exactly what you paid for at his store and even some extra on a good day, which was often. Some might say he was being excessive, his profit margins break-even barely rather than making any money. But they didnt know the cash-business he ran on the side, grinning when a certain individual came and lowkey handed him a wad of cash, to which he presented what seemed like an entire tub of ice cream. The tubs certainly did not feel as heavy as they looked but those who carried them never told. It was a necessary means to an end, he told himself. Like when the winter months rolled around, when no one was in the mood for ice cream, Bryn still had to make a living. But the summer months could be just as bad, when everyone was screaming for ice cream. It certainly explained the sign with bold letters, HELP WANTED , that was plastered out front. Yet even Bryn thought that could be a bad idea, given his side work. He needed to screen the right candidate for it. A moment of rest came as the family purchased ice cream for their jittery children and left the store, leaving Bryn some reprieve for the first time that day as business came to a halt. He had a stack of receipts which he mused through idly, estimating his profit for the day, and refreshed some of the display tubs that were running low on product. Cookies N Cream, Birthday Cake, Coffee Toffee, Rocky Road , those were the sellers. Dinosaur Egg , a cotton candy mix with little nuts in them, was not doing so well. Lemon Buttermilk was a bad choice too for this year. Bryn shrugged. What could one do? It was hard to guess the market but he always had those mainstay sellers to fall back on, vanilla, strawberry, and chocolate. Pulling up a chair behind the cashier station, he pulled out his phone and began to browse about, waiting for the next customer.