Coffee is the Best Medicine…
The Strange Happenings in a Coffee Shop…
July 11, 2005
A roar across the room cut our conversation short as all heads turned toward the commotion. I spied a skinny, tall fellow rubbing his hand across his bruised red cheek. Standing nearby, a woman glared at him. They were a study in contrasts–he being tall and sloppy with baggy brown pants and a dingy, white shirt. A plaid clip-on bow tie finished the ensemble. The lady, on the other hand, stood all of five feet tall, and every inch of her clothing was pressed, pleated, bleached a sparkling white where appropriate, and perfectly tailored. Her neat short blond hair must have gotten mussed when she whacked the fellow with a slap on the cheek.
"Oh! Alfred is up to his flirting again," Rose murmured.
"When is he gonna learn to leave Brenda alone?" the big guy added.
"Butch, he'll never learn! He's, you know, Alfred!"
I looked at my muscular friend with a smile. So the big fellow's name was Butch. That sounded right. "What's up with those two?" I asked Rose, nodding toward Alfred and Brenda.
"Oh, honey! You don't want to know," she replied.
I wondered what Rose meant by that, turning to look at the feuding couple only to find Alfred missing, that is until I noticed him standing next to me.
"Gee, you're pretty," he said.
To be Continued
Copyright 2005 JO Janoski