“The barista shook his head. That hedge couldn’t have moved closer overnight. Could it?”
Don't be foolish, you're just imagining things.
"Coffee, black, please?" a stranger demands.
"Yes, sir. Anything for a connoisseur of the bean?"
His face contorts. "A what? What did you call me?"
"Oh, no sir. A connoisseur an expert, someone who loves the pure taste of the coffee bean. No insult intended." I add a bear claw to his order. "No charge, please, enjoy."
"Shit, I'm sorry." He wipes his forehead with a napkin. "I'm exhausted, been driving all day. Still have hours to go. Never drink the stuff, but I need to stay awake. Thanks." He picked up the bear claw and took a bite. "Now that I consider myself a connoisseur of, d-e-l-i-c-i-o-u-s."
I cringe, smile, and switch off the open sign. He'll be dead before he gets the key in the ignition. His tall, lanky body is perfect.
Time to start that row of Gumby shaped hedges.
Yolanda Renee © 2015
and I are too old is so unfamiliar and folks don't get the gist of the story
I thought I should post this. :)