Lacking coffee in my apartment this morning, I stumbled downstairs to the very nice little café nearby. Mr. Coffee Man made me my usual latte with a minimum of conversation, but with a friendly and sympathetic smile.
He put the steaming latte down and took my money. I smelled it, and my brain cells did their little happy-happy-caffeine-is-coming dance, and I exclaimed with feeling, "Lovely! Thank you very much!"
At least, that's what I intended to say. But after the words left my mouth, the man in line behind me gave me a really funny look and edged away slightly. Mr. Coffee Man, on the other hand, smiled broadly at me, carefully picked up my latte, tenderly wrapped it in two little cardboard latte holders, and handed it to me.
I had said, "Love you! Thank you very much!"
Thankfully, I wasn't called on in Civ Pro today. God knows what I would have said to Prof. Civ Pro.
1 comment:
Oh dear! I do hope it's just the long hours and not toxoplasmosis. Have you been tested recently?
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