“Against the wind
I was running against the wind
I found myself seeking shelter
Against the wind” - Bob Seger
And so it was as I made my way to the coffee shop, anticipating that hot mug of organically & shade grown, fair trade, French roast coffee, first warming my hands, then warming me to my soul!
“Right this way,” shouted Molly as I blew in through the door, “I think I can find a place for you in the back room.”
“Sure Molly,” I said as I sat at our table, in my usual chair, the second one in from the plate-glass window in the front of the café, “thanks for finding us a little room.”
“Where’re the rest of the boys?” she asked as she poured the “elixir of the gods” into my mug.
“Dunno,” I said warming my hands around the mug, “no one called in sick, did they?”
“Here they come,” Molly announced, turning towards the sound of the front door closing, “You’re late—Jay got the last of the coffee!”
“Fine! I’ll have Earl Grey—now!” Medford said in mock anger, “with cream and sugar.”
“Me too,” Carl, Harold and Fred chimed in as one as each found his place at the table, “black, no pollutants.”
“You got the graphic all wrong,” Med, wasting no time stating in on me, “doesn’t look at all right.”
“What graphic?”
“This one,” he replied, “the café, its all wrong.”
“It is not!” I reposted testily, “whaddaya mean, all wrong?”
“You got me in the wrong place,” Fred chimed in, “I sit next to the window.”
“You didn’t give me enough hair,” complained Harold.
“I don’t do comb-overs,” I replied, “I probably gave you too much hair.”
“You guys got it wrong,” Medford continued, “Snow.”
“Snow?”
“Snow! You show lotsa snow in the graphic—we don’t have any!”
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