I’m walking up to the counter. Where there are usually two menus in front of the register—one for food and one for drinks—I can already see there’s just one today.
Shit.
I’d been really counting on getting a breakfast sandwich. I mapped the whole thing out in my head before I left the house... this is an unwelcome curveball.
I’m at one of the coffee places I like. It’s got exposed brick walls and high ceilings, and there’s always a collection of local art throughout the hallway. Thankfully it’s not crowded.
“Are you still doing food?”
The barista behind the counter had been smiling with their whole face when they greeted me, but their eyes stopped after I asked my question. The corners of their mouth drooped slightly, too.
“Uh—”
They looked over their shoulder.
“Ok, so... here’s the thing”
She went on to tell me how they were out of a lot of stuff. Like, almost everything. Bummer. I’m listening but I’m also calculating. I know I have to be back soon for my next call. The closest cafe stopped serving breakfast already. I could get lunch, but I just really want a breakfast sandwich. I guess I could head to a different spot closer to downtown but... well, their breakfast sandwiches just aren’t as good.
“BUTTT” I hear the barista say. “If you want a breakfast sandwich” she started to say.
YES... go on...
“I can do that for you. It’ll be the last one”
I looked up, sure that my eyes were the ones smiling now.
Thank you, universe.
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Are you someone for whom things tend to work out? Are you sure?
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