Never Say These Words to a Fly in a Coffee Shop
Holding my iPhone close to the machine, I kiss 3 bucks goodbye.
*bling*
Another purchase. Another coffee. When will this cycle end?
“Order for Alec!”
My espresso comes out hot and ready as I scan the parlor for a place to sit.
That big leather chair looks cozy.
I start over.
In the process, I notice a fly buzzing across the wooden bar; it circles over, swirling in the illumination of the patio doors.
Barely batting an eye, I move to my seat and plop down in the recliner.
This is nice.
Once that “first sip feeling” hits, I drift into bliss, only for a moment, as the caffeine lifts my soul.
I look around and observe my fellow patrons. I wonder if they watch me when I’m not looking.
Conversation and old-timey tunes fill the background. I hear chatter to my left. Some blonde is using way too many hand-gestures near the bar.
I sit still, quietly, and blend in at the coffee shop.
