The coffee shop

I walked into the coffee shop - if these places are still called coffee shop?.  I asked for a medium flat white. I handed over my free coffee voucher. I advised. I will sit over there - pointing to a table by the window.  She gave me a stick with the number 8.

So my coffee arrived: in a green cup and saucer with a chrome spoon.

It had - on top - what looked like a sculptured leaf.

I said “thank you young man”.

It was not till later I recognised it was a woman.    In my defence: she wasn’t dress like a woman.

I got out my phone. Taped the screen to wake it up .. much I like do to myself every morning - well that’s another story.

I check the weather App. Raining. Looked out the window. Raining.

I checked the local news. Yes. There is good news and there is bad news.

I checked the world news. Yes. There is good news and there is bad news. 

Enough…

I have finished my coffee. Only three other people are still sitting at tables.     I think I should apologise to the girl - I called a boy … but: I have convinced myself: it was not my fault.

I leave the cafe… (there I have remembered the correct name - for a coffee shop).

Bye…