After class while studying at a coffeehouse next door…
An old man with a weak voice & tattered coat comes in.
Manager to trainee: This is [man’s name]. He lives upstairs. If he ever has trouble and comes here, call me. Give him some of those cookies.
Man: (quietly) There was a mix-up with my health insurance. I have to pay for my own medicine for a while…
Manager: So only pay us $250 instead of $300 rent.
Man hesitates.
Manager: Don’t worry. Don’t worry. [The owner] is richer than God…
Her kindness made me thankful.
Slurring drunk/high guy comes in.
Guy: How much are burritos?
Dude…you’re in a coffee shop.
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How much are burritos? This is officially my new favorite thing to say when I'm drunk. Just so you know.
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