A day off....

...what a wonderful thing you have. Until you run to the grocery store, in your pajamas, without brushing your teeth, and run into your customers. While buying coffee.

Yeah, this actually happened to me. I'm not exactly a huge fan of the coffee at work, I prefer a totally different kind of roast on my beans. So, I'm at the store, getting a few vittles, and some coffee, when I run into one of my regulars. I stood there, bag of organic, co-op grown Tanzanian Peaberry in hand, and just smiled. He knew. I knew that he knew.

You see, nothing is more sacred than your relationship with your barista. You find a good place, with good people, and you'll come back, as long as there's wi-fi, no matter how bad the coffee might be. Bonus, if you get to flirt with one or several of the baristas. So, every morning, I see him. He actually bothers to park because he knows my co-worker, the one he'd apparently drink endless cups of mediocre coffee for, usually works the front register. He stands there for a minute chatting, inquiring about her morning, pretending that he might get something different, only to order the cheapest, smallest cup we have. That's romance.....

I came to work for the paycheck, he comes to the store to flirt with one of my co-workers. We nodded the "I'll keep your secret, if you keep mine" nod to one another, and went our separate ways.