Morning Coffee

This morning I sat at a different table at the coffee shop. I sat at a different table because the last time I sat at my "usual" table there were a couple of older guys who sat nearby and salivated over that table the whole time I was there: it was clear that I was at their favorite table...they seemed really glad when I got up and left.

This morning I sat at a different table. Not long after I got my coffee and copy of the LA Times, a man came into the coffee shop, got himself a cup of coffee and sat down at my "usual" table. He sat there, quietly, introspective (or asleep), dirty and forlorn-looking. Of course, in came those old guys, once again thwarted in their hope of occupying that table...

...and I just smiled.