Day 4
I had the perfect plan.  No one can deny it, not even the boss man himself.
That morning I paid a visit to The Coffee Hut.  It was rather crowded for Thursday morning, or perhaps I was simply more aware on this particular morning.  There was an elderly lady in front of me that I just knew would take too long to order.  Small and fragile, she shuffled in a cloud of a white: a knitted shawl, faded dress, and her own thinning hair.  My eyes hardly left my watch as she “hmm”ed and “oh”ed over the various morning brews and roasts.
Finally, Mrs. Can’t-make-up-her-mind ordered and stepped aside.  Sweat escaped my forehead and palms as Sydney leaned forward.  The her apron was tied slightly to the side.  Cute. Sickening.  As her sapphire eyes settled on me, I bit my inner cheek.
“Can I help you… oh.”  Her face filled with recognition and her eyebrows knitted.  “Sir, you left yesterday without getting your coffee.  We can get you a refund if you like.”
One. Deep. breath.
Release.
Two.
I allowed my eyes to meet hers, glaring and shaking my head.
I left again with a word.