Jean Marotta has been a unchanging during a Hungry Ghost coffee emporium in Prospect Heights for 3 years. And she hasn’t given adult her daily robe only since her favorite list is off-limits due to a coronavirus.
Now, a Flatbush public-school clergyman picks adult her cappuccino and croissant from a masked barista behind a counter, parks her blue beach chair on a path in front of a cafeteria and gets to work with her second-grade students.
“People consider I’m crazy,” she told The Post, as cars whizzed down Flatbush Avenue. “But we don’t care.
In fact, progressing her caffeine slight is gripping Marotta, 41, lucid in a center of pestilence madness: “I’m doing what we have to do to boost my spirits.”
In late March, when training became an online operation, “I was home for dual weeks, sitting on my cot all day, operative from my mechanism — and indeed putting a hole in a cushion,” pronounced a singular Brooklynite. “I felt sad. we missed my village during Hungry Ghost, and wondered how a people who work there are doing. we indispensable to spin things around.”
So a unchanging returned to her aged haunt with seat, laptop and inscription in hand. “I use a Hungry Ghost Wifi and learn my category from out here,” she said. “The kids suffer it. They know that we adore coffee and that this creates me happy.”
At noon, she packs adult and takes a travel around Prospect Park before streamer home in time to resume training during 12:50.
“People will infrequently stop and chat,” she pronounced of her morning perch. “There’s a military patrol around a dilemma and a cops adore me. A lady saw me and said, ‘I know because you’re doing what we do. Coming here in a morning, carrying a coffee, that used to be a happiest 15 mins of my day. I’ve mislaid that.’
“There is a lot of giving in right now,” Marotta continued. “This is one thing I’m not giving in on.”