Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Me, hunched over a table, staring blankly at the fridge of drinks, one minute ago. A rotund little Asian man is fiddling with the coffee makers right now. His neck is as thick as one of his not unshapely calves. I think his mom or tiger mommy-type relative owns the place. He’s always pleasant. 

He’s gone now and I shall resume staring at the fridge of drinks.

Me, hunched over a table, staring blankly at the fridge of drinks, one minute ago. A rotund little Asian man is fiddling with the coffee makers right now. His neck is as thick as one of his not unshapely calves. I think his mom or tiger mommy-type relative owns the place. He’s always pleasant.

He’s gone now and I shall resume staring at the fridge of drinks.