The hot chocolate that touches my lips is still steaming hot so I don’t even invite it into my mouth. I should have known better than to even try to sip it moments after meeting it. You always got to let the hot chocolate sit for a while; to let it cool down a bit and let all the flavors mix a little; wipe cream and cocoa pounder, before you can really enjoy it. I give it a blow hoping it would help and place it on the table as if it were a child who just threw a temper tantrum. “Stay there until you cool off, missy!” I instructed and then gave myself a minute to laugh at my awesome word play. Without a doubt, I know you’re doing the same right now. Go ahead. I’ll wait.
The coffee shop is filling up quick; a cute couple takes a seat at the vacant table beside me and it looks as if they are still getting to know one another. I can tell because they are both so polite; cute, none-the-less. My attention is pulled away by a frustrated voice coming from what looks like to be the manager of the shop.
She’s shouting, in the calmest voice possible, “Jerry, why haven’t you cleaned the front doors yet?” A valid question considering that the front doors, made of all glass, had more hand prints on it than a hardcore porn stars ass (come on, don’t shake your head, that simile was awesome). “It’s so dirty!”
“Well,” Jerry started, “If it’s too clean, I’m afraid people will just walk into it thinking there was nothing there. I just wanted people to know what they’re walking into.”
“Don’t give me that bullshit and clean it right now!” The manager shots those words right through her grinning teeth!
Jerry has a point though. Sure, glass doors look great and all, but this isn’t one of those fun houses at the carnival designed to trick you into bumping your head! Maybe Jerry’s got it figured out. I mean, why give the illusion that there is an open path to walk through only to be denied by super clean glass? You know?? We’re all programmed by society to give that crystal clear look and the result is all these people on the ground holding their foreheads; deceiving really.
So I proceed to watch Jerry as he scrubbed the glass doors when I hear a loud burp coming from the cute couple next to me.
“Susan!” Said the boy, “You’re dirty!”
She giggles, “Well, I just wanted you to know what you’re getting yourself into!”
I smile. The boy smiles. Not at one another though cause that would be weird.
Moments later, there’s a crash at the front doors. We all look to find an old man lying on the street, holding his forehead.
Jerry smiles. Not at the old man though, cause that would be mean.
Then I feel it! I grab my hot chocolate and chug it. Ah, just the way I like it.
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