The continuing adventures of Napkin Man!!!
*insert superhero music here*
So, after my brisk and windy walk to the post office this afternoon, I stopped in at my favorite coffee shop. It was unusually busy today. There were only a few tables available, and I snagged the last one by the window.
Well, about halfway through my cup, the door opens and in scurries Napkin Man. As per usual, he's bundled in his coat and little hat, his hands in his pockets. His face all scrunched up. Eventually, he looks up, scans the room, and realizes that the only tables available are right next to occupied tables, and even worse, not against a wall or window. Amazingly enough, his face scrunches up even more, his one hand, napkin in fist, that had been pulled out of a pocket, balls up into a tight fist and I see his eyes narrow, his face turn slightly red, and he mouths, "FUCK." Abruptly turns on his heel, stuffs his hand back into his coat and storms out of the cafe.
It was so weird, and simultaneously cute and fascinating.
After the cafe, I went across the street to grab some butter for making cookies. I'm heading towards the check-out, and pass the plant/flower section. What do I see but the cutest Norfolk pines I've ever seen. About ten of them, all with little red bows tied to the end of their branches. All in cute little baskets. All about three and a half feet high. Being a freak, I start cooing and petting one of them as if it were my old Norfolk Pine that I had in my office. I realize I'm cooing aloud, and chastize myself, again... aloud. I don't think anyone noticed.
*insert superhero music here*
So, after my brisk and windy walk to the post office this afternoon, I stopped in at my favorite coffee shop. It was unusually busy today. There were only a few tables available, and I snagged the last one by the window.
Well, about halfway through my cup, the door opens and in scurries Napkin Man. As per usual, he's bundled in his coat and little hat, his hands in his pockets. His face all scrunched up. Eventually, he looks up, scans the room, and realizes that the only tables available are right next to occupied tables, and even worse, not against a wall or window. Amazingly enough, his face scrunches up even more, his one hand, napkin in fist, that had been pulled out of a pocket, balls up into a tight fist and I see his eyes narrow, his face turn slightly red, and he mouths, "FUCK." Abruptly turns on his heel, stuffs his hand back into his coat and storms out of the cafe.
It was so weird, and simultaneously cute and fascinating.
After the cafe, I went across the street to grab some butter for making cookies. I'm heading towards the check-out, and pass the plant/flower section. What do I see but the cutest Norfolk pines I've ever seen. About ten of them, all with little red bows tied to the end of their branches. All in cute little baskets. All about three and a half feet high. Being a freak, I start cooing and petting one of them as if it were my old Norfolk Pine that I had in my office. I realize I'm cooing aloud, and chastize myself, again... aloud. I don't think anyone noticed.
1 Comments:
Cooing at and petting a Norfolk Pine. You're a freak. But I love you anyway.
~L
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