Coffee Spills

What I hear and see and think about at the coffee shops I patronize.
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Wednesday, October 08, 2008

Driving blind

When I drive to the coffee shop this time of year, it is dark, actually black. And when it's raining like this morning, it's really bad since I don't see well at night. The one advantage is there aren't a lot of cars around at 6:15 a.m. and I know the way (it's only about 1/2 mile).

This morning at the coffee shop about 7:15 a clerk comes up to me and says, "Are you Norma? There's a man named Bruce on the phone who wants to talk to you." Yes, it was my guy--locked out of the house calling from a neighbor's.

So I gathered my things and drove home. The problem was it was still barely light and still raining, but a whole bunch more traffic.


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