so there’s this girl at the coffe shop i go to every morning. you might be asking why i go to the coffee shop every morning when The Work provides me free coffee. The short answer is that i need a jolt before i start my morning commute. it’s a long drive. the long answer probably has something to do with supporting local businesses and ensuring that starbucks doesn’t take over the world. or something.
moving on, there’s this girl that works at the coffee shop on tuesdays, thursdays, and weekends. actually, there’s a girl there everyday, but this girl is the most fun to talk to.

so, i’ve been going to this coffee shop for the past few months. often enough that they have my order ready for me before i get to the register. today, i walk in and put out the standard package. “happy x_day.” “what’s shakin’?” etc. usually, i get a giggle or two. maybe a little smile. something to get the day started out right. but, today was a little different. as i’m paying for my drink she says:
“You know, when you talk, the way you say things, it sounds like you’re singing.”

I don’t think anyone has ever said that to me before. logically, i probably should have said something to the effect of “gee, know one’s ever said that to me before.” alas, my inability to to the logical thing when i’m on my feet. so, instead, i respond, “I guess i’ll take that as a compliement.”

this touches on a couple things. 1) the first time someone says something about you that you’ve never heard. and 2) my inability to think on my feet. i guess i should be happy that i don’t do stupid things on my feet. had it been later in the day and had i been drunk, i might have quipped, “baby, that’s just the motion of my ocean.” accompanied with a wink or something.

anyway, it just made me think of the last time something like this happened. i was at a restuarant in new york, rain, and the waiter came up to me and asked “do you do someting phyisical for your work?” i politely shook my head and said, “no.” to which he resonded, “really? cause you have a great physical presence.”

I have yet to decifer what that means, and what was his intent.

continuing with the story here, another thing that made this morning odd was this other guy in the coffe shop attempting to bequeath some sacred knowledge upon us. He picked up an empty coffee cup and said, “You know how many quarters this cup can hold? Twenty dollars! i once took a cup like this, filled it up with quarters and counted it myself. Twenty dollars!”

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