I always find it comical when someone smashes their face up against a coffee shop window to gauge space and ambiance.
Uhhh, those of us inside can see you. It is one of those window things, not a one-way mirror.
Feelings
So I broke an ice cream scoop the other day, and I’m not sure if I should feel proud, pissed, or ashamed that I couldn’t wait an extra five minutes for the ice cream to melt a little before diving in.
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Mike the craft man
Here’s Mike the Engineer getting his craft on.
I loved his zeal, but he sure did ask a lot of questions about exact measurements.
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Confession
Yesterday I tripped over a pointy rock because I was distracted by a box of potentially free stuff next to a dumpster. Unfortunately, there wasn’t anything good.
And I think I might have broken my toe.
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Question
So you’re in a crowded coffee shop, the barista is racing around behind the bar, and when your drink comes up, you find a small, thin, black hair in your latte … What do you do?
Send it back or suck it up?
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Books and birds
Last night Mike blocked my hand when I tried to poke him in the rib cage and said, “I can read you like a hawk.”
I don’t know if he was bragging or if that was a back-handed compliment toward whoever taught him to read.
