I made your coffee when I was a teenaged barrista, I waited on you in my twenties at the four-star café where I used to work. Ran into you at the market yesterday, finally learned your name.
Recently in 37x365 Category
Oh you and your completely cryptic handwriting. I practiced and practiced until I could write like that too, until I could read your notes. But I could still never figure out whether or not you liked me.
(back after a SHAMEFUL hiatus)
The one photo I have of you is from seventh grade. Standing by your locker. Smiling. Funny glasses. Years later I drove you to work early one
morning. I can still see that sunrise,
hear the radio.
My good friend the actor, who waited tables with me. Had a small part in a film where he got to serve Robert De Niro a cup of coffee. Robert fuckin De Niro, Jen! He said, Wow, so cool.
Won't you join x365?
I ordered my latte (soy milk) from you and couldn’t remember if I should ask for large or double or what. So, I just held up my hands to show BIG. We both cracked up. Love. You.
I'm participating in x365 -- and so should you
You said “His eardrum’s red from crying so much,” and then proceeded to tell me all the ways that I’d spoiled my eighteen month old. Your back to me, I flipped you the bird. You saw. HA
I'm participating in x365 (but in a half-assed way)
