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6.10.05

coffee dilemma.

So, once, many years go, i was friends with Person F. (i don't have an F yet, do i? oh, let's just hope not and keep going.) A group including me and F and a few others go to a coffee shop. We get shitty service, but it's decent coffee, not to mention overpriced as hell, but it's one of two freaking coffee shops in town, so it's what you get. Whatever. We're done, we get the bill, F determines who pays what and we all toss over our cash and he goes up to the register (there's a line) and we finish up our coffee and sandwiches and whatever and eventually he comes back and he's being all weird, right, and he's like 'let's get outta here' and we do, and we took two cars and F and his girlfriend are running (which is something to see, 'cuz F isn't - or wasn't at the time, and i wouldn't know about now - exactly small, in a horizontal-area kinda way. On the jiggly side). And F and his girl jet off. Nobody has a cell phone at this point, this was ages ago. And me and two other kids who came in the other car, are meandering out towards the car, and the people come out from the coffee shop and ask Were we planning on paying the bill? and we said Didn't F pay it? and they said No, and we all went back in the store (oh, we were having a shitty, shitty time on the Group W bench) and scrounged enough cash to pay the bill (since F had all our fucking money and had run-offt with it) and everyone was very angry and said, Maybe you shouldn't come back. And at the time, you know, whatever, i don't live here anyway. And we all leave and go back and meet up with F and his girl again and we say, What the Fuck, asshole? and he says, Oh, we were getting shitty service, whatever.

He still owes me twenty bucks, and i haven't seen him or tried to contact him since. Years, mind you. Lived across the street from him for years. Was - was - a great guy. as in, usedta be. so i haven't called or written or sent e-mail or anything, and i do not consider it a loss. This was a cumulative, breaking-straw type thing. so.

assuming we're going north for xmas. assuming we're participating in First Night. assuming it's gonna be asswhoopin cold and windy. assuming we're going to want a cup of coffee and to get into a heated area at some point. assuming this coffee shop (a) still exists and (b) will be open. (note that there may be other coffee shops in the area by now, the way starbucks is entropying out all over the place.) assuming i go in. assuming they recognize me (which, i think, is a negligible risk, by now. it's been years, after all.) do i

(a) play off resemblence. ma'am, i jist have that kind a face, i live in th great state a texas, up heah visitin familee. i don belieeve i've evah been in yaouh caffee shap befoah.

(b) ... na. no way. denial ain't just a river no more.

scrawled @ 22:35