So, I guess it's not written anywhere that you have to order something when you go to a coffee joint, right? I'm sitting here in my favorite coffee haunt, in my favorite comfy chair, next to my favorite shelf of books (used books for sale in a coffee shop - how cool is that?).
The music is playing softly, the sun is streaming through the window over my shoulder as I type. There are four other adults and a baby in here. At least, there were four other adults (plus the two barristas). Then, a guy walked in, picked up several pieces of the paper laying on a table next to me, and took the comfy chair next to mine.
No coffee.
No latte.
No frappe.
No chai.
No nada.
He's been sitting and reading the paper now for about 15 minutes.
Whoa!
The guy just left. Took off in his SUV. Never ordered a thing.
Weird.
Dude. You forgot your coffee.
Balanced Babe (aka Molly Wendland)
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