beulahbondo's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Small regular, with a spoon Oh, goodness, but I was SO distracted at the coffee shop this morning by weird humans. I was such a swivel-head. First, the gentleman sitting near me at the window counter was stirring and stirring and stirring his special Orange Mountain Dew, which he had purchased at the convenience store and poured into a plastic coffee shop to-go cup, and to which he had added three packets of Sweet and Low. Stir, stir, stir. Then he knocks the whole thing over, splashing the walls, the counter, most of himself. He borrows a handi-wipe from the staff and gets to work mopping it up. Meanwhile, Flinx is crossing the street, belly leading the way to the coffee shop. Flinx is one of Kitty and my coffee shop faves. He used to wear an immaculate pressed cotton shirt with cufflinks (hence his name), droopy khakis, a baseball cap, and a Members Only jacket. He'd order a latte with a spoon, sit down with it, and apparently fall asleep, while we watched to see whether the spoon would poke him in the eye. Today Flinx wore a bright yellow, very clean t-shirt that didn't say anything on it. His belly has grown to the size of a beach ball but the rest of him is still rather lanky. Also a coffee shop baseball cap and nice droopy khakis. No jacket. But he must be on diminished income, for he ordered just a coffee and a spoon. He stirred and stirred and stirred his two packets of Splenda and did not go to sleep, just drooped over the table. Meanwhile, the Mountain Dew guy returned his rag, got the bathroom key, and disappeared for a long while. When he came back, he took about thirty seconds to drink the eighth of an inch of Mountain Dew that hadn't left the cup. From the angle of his body as he leaned on the counter, I would say he was nodding off. He seemed to have forgotten about the half-full bottle of Mountain Dew that was on the foot-ledge of the counter. I was trying to write a story for Diner Don, who wants to publish a Tin-tin-style illustrated novel. It's so not my genre, but he asked me to try. Today's effort turned out to be about the hero's encounters with a water nixie and then a small Chinese gentleman named Seymour Hoo. It's really not going anywhere. Not yet. Has Kitty already told the story of Jo-Ann and the coffee shop? Should I tell it? 12:51 p.m. - 2003-06-04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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