As I start the thought of rolling out of bed and catching up in productivity to my wife who had been going for quite a while, I think of coffee. I get aggravated again. I think of the woman that greets me every day, that sees me more than a good portion of my entire family yet has a poker face when I roll up to the window. Not an individualized greeting, not a joke, not a "this one is on us", just a transaction. I feel abused.
Should I use my coffee maker? Should I hope for that moment when she says something other than 2.08 please? Should I forget about it and continue my day realizing that I am only a number? Should I find a new Tim Horton's?
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