It must be exhausting, giving that many ****s about how other people are doing, thinking, moving, speakingGot up late. Water new plants outside or make coffee. Plants win. No coffee made at home.
Starbucks. Carry on.
Cool buildings and awnings outside. Burnt over roasted garbage swill served with fancy names. Something in a mask takes my order for a medium coffee with a splash of cream. Customer beside me gives me a curt glance because I didn’t order correctly using the hyped terminology. I smile and wish her a good morning. She smiles and turns her back to me. Everyone in the lobby is bouncing around and apologizing to each other. I take note and count how many times “I’m sorry” is spoken out loud during my four minute experience. Eight times. Guess we are no longer expressing being offended but just cutting straight to being sorry. Get my coffee and walk towards the door to exit. The “Good Morning back turner” grabs her fancy drink off the counter after me and proceeds to bolt around me to get to the exit with barely enough time for me to hold back. “I’m sorry” didn’t come from her mouth but she did push the door open hard enough so I could exit unscathed. I should have been aware enough to catch the tags on her car sooner.
Maryland.