Give me a Coffee, Leaded

Exquisite Christmas season photo credit by : Liz Crocker

Dear Reader,

I have missed you! I know there are a few of you out there and believe me nothing makes me happier than knowing I'm being read. A very close second is writing this blog. I am happier when I'm regularly posting. But alas, I have been busy. There is no other way to describe it. Busy is a lazy word. But I'm still using it. I hesitate using the word 'busy' because it almost means nothing these days. Everyone is busy and as all writers know, 'busy' is the least valid excuse for not writing. You gotta make time.

Yet here I am tonight, mid December, with nary a Christmas task complete, surrounded by laundry, overdue bookkeeping and writing a blog. With this I feel buoyed enough to tell you about this morning. 

What you should know is that I've become one of those people who start up conversations with store and restaurant staff. Sometimes it works, sometimes it backfires. The results don't bother me, I  just keep doing it. 

This morning I walked into my favourite independent coffee shop on the way to work. and Led Zeppelin was blaring. Led Zeppelin in the morning! I couldn't help myself, as I was paying for my coffee, I blurted out to my hipster server, (quite loudly so she could hear me), "This music is an awful contrast to what Starbucks must be playing two doors down. It being the Christmas season and all." 

I meant to say 'drastic contrast' not 'awful', I quite like Led Zeppelin, but it was before 8 o'clock and I had not yet had coffee. I can get the Led out like anyone else, but not at 7:50 am on a Thursday morning. 

She studied me carefully, not smiling, the coffee scented air blowing through her gaping earlobes. Eventually, she figured out that I was just one of those harmless old people who think they're funny. She politely turned the music down and explained to me that in fact Led Zeppelin is mentioned on their store receipts, As if this somehow explained the decibel level of the music. Not that I have ever seen one of their receipts and even if I had, I probably would not be able to read it because the type is too small.

Whatever, Sister. You turn the damn music down, get me a coffee and next time I'll keep my mouth shut. Unlikely, but maybe. 

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