Coffee Spills

What I hear and see and think about at the coffee shops I patronize.
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Friday, December 22, 2006

She doesn't want to meet me in the dark

We usually greet each other briefly--she's working the cross word in the Dispatch and I'm reading the WSJ. Today I asked her if she biked to the coffee shop (she's a bit more bundled up than most, for our warm weather, and quite thin). She told me she bikes to our suburb from Victorian Village, a near down-town neighborhood south of the OSU campus. It was raining, so I suggested to her that people like me, who don't see well in the dark, might have trouble seeing her (it was about 6:15 a.m.). "Oh I can see you," she chirped. Oh honey, you just have no idea how much we can't see you, I thought.


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