Saturday, November 01, 2008

Missed Connections

To the waitress at [redacted] in the black short-shorts and black tights, from the shaggy haired guy in the black hoodie, reading in the corner window, thanks for finding that chocolate-chip muffin for me. It tasted like Cocoa Puffs. I wanted to ask your name or strike up a conversation, but it was the breakfast rush and who am I to assume a smile meant anything, especially from a busy waitress.

In the almost-no chance that smile could have meant something, you made my Saturday morning.

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