Coffee Shop Confrontations

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If it was to pass without incident or event, without anger or altercation, I had to stay calm. There were no awards for foolishness, nor unprovable bravado. In this game of life and death decisions, I had to remain cool, unbothered, frosty.
"One lemon muffin please."
Her words cut through my misting, morning torpor like a bullet through paper; she'd bought the last one!
My fingers clenched, teeth grated, eyes shot daggers.
"I'm sorry," she said looking me up and down. "Would you like the last one?"
That was it, my faith in humanity restored. Not only was she stunning, but kind. I could've leapt in the air clicking my heels, laughed in jubilation, sung my heart out. But…
"No, you're alright, love. I'll have toast instead.
Well, after all, I was English.

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25 thoughts on “Coffee Shop Confrontations

  1. Hi I loved your description of “morning torpor like a bullet through paper.” I’m unfortunately GF so there aren’t usually anything to munch on with my coffee…but 10 years ago if someone grabbed the last almond croissant right before my eyes it could make my morning melt and throw me off course the rest of the day. Now I know- so I don’t even glance that way. Funny uh?

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