Buffalo Tea Room Barista Unwittingly Serves Hockey Star

As he walked through the doorway, his body eclipsed the sun.

I was behind the bar washing dishes, my body folded over to reach the cramped sink. I spoke my usual greeting, and asked if he'd like a table. No, just some tea to go.

He approached, and I could see that he looked pleasant, but much taller than our usual customers. I gave him the list; the mélange of construction paper, Chinese graphics, and expensive-sounding teas. He looked forlorn, as if he were lost in a foreign country and did not speak the language.

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