I managed to successfully avoid "Nonday" - I laid low and hid from everybody.
Today though was another story. I woke up grumpy, and was itching to deal out death and destruction - so I got in the car and drove off to get breakfast. I got cut off at the corner, and leaned into the horn and stuck my head out the window and gave the driver a good piece of my mind. A small wrinkled hand emerged from the driver's side window of the offending vehicle, and I was flipped the bird by a little blue hair whose head was hardly higher than the bench seat on her old AMC Ambassador (looked like a '73).
It would be one of those days ... so I opted for the coffee shop. It was close and I needed coffee sooner than later. As I walked in, Cindi spotted me and gave me a little wave. By the time I got to the counter she had a tall black coffee waiting for me. "John, you look like shit. Are you getting enough sleep? Are you eating your flax?" Last time I was in Cindi made a big deal out of flax. I was supposed to eat flax, and lots of it.
I ordered a English muffin thing that looked suspiciously like an Egg McMuffin (tasted better) and took my food to a corner table and sat to read the paper. Cindi came over, and sat down. "Mind if I sit down?" She sat. She plunked herself down and proceeded to stare at me. "How's the coffee?"
I took a slurp. It was more nutty than usual, and I'm not a fan of flavored coffee. "S'okay."
"I put ground flax in it."
Is nothing sacred?
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