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Thursday, July 27, 2006

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xixi

your description of the street corner coffee in NYC just nearly made me weep with homesickness.

Nancy, big and 8 months' pg

Nice...

scott

your description of the street corner coffee in NYC just nearly made me weep with homesickness.

There was a cart right outside my office building when I was on staff (the first time), and I was often his last customer of the day--sauntering in as I would around 10:15, something which is just incomprehensible to me now--so after a while, if I asked for a donut or a muffin or something with my cuppa joe, he'd start tossing an extra one in, if he had more left since otherwise they’d just get thrown away. It eventually got to the point where even on the days I didn’t order anything to eat, he’d give me a blueberry muffin and a chocolate donut. And they was good, too. We even got to where we knew each other’s first names and we’d chat about what we’d done over the weekend; he and his wife spent a lot of time at her brother’s beach house during the weekend.

My last day he was talking to another customer—I’d gotten in a bit earlier than usual—so I didn’t have time to tell him I wouldn’t be around anymore. I left him a twenty dollar tip instead. I figured that was probably better than an actual “goodbye” anyway.

Steve the LLamabutcher

I vote for your just being a big old Nancy.

But then again, probably shouldn't let the new neighbors find out about THAT.....

(which, if you think of it, is a sitcom in and of itself)

scott

I vote for your just being a big old Nancy.
But then again, probably shouldn't let the new neighbors find out about THAT.....
(which, if you think of it, is a sitcom in and of itself)

Kinda like a Bosom Buddies type o' thang, only with all males? I think we've got ourselves a hit, baby!

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