JoarnBloep

What does closing time look like at a spice stall built entirely on timing? Morning: the counter opens for Chute Pour. Drag a finger across the bench to draw a chute, then watch ground spice stream into a row of glass jars. Each jar carries a painted band — stop the pour once the level reaches that line, then swing the chute away before the next jar arrives. Sixty levels raise the pace: narrower jars, faster streams. Afternoon: the second bench, Pod Hopper, opens once the Cardamom Key is taken, a single one-time purchase, nothing that renews. Here the task flips. A heap of pods flashes on the pan for a moment; call the count, then hold the lever and release it to drop that many pods, no more, no fewer. Eighty levels add blind dials, cloth covers and two-tray heaps that test the same eye for quantity. Evening: the Marks tab keeps score — jars sealed on the line, pods dropped exact, heaps called right, and badges for milestones like First Pour. Stall lists every level on its shelf, ten to a row, so a session picks up right where it left off. Which bench gets opened first, the chutes or the pods?