The tea was steaming as the waitress walked away with a smile after putting it down before me. I poured in some milk, some sugar, and listened to two American sounding academics in the corner.
I think they were talking physics? It was hard to tell! My IQ is high and I can waffle on with the best of them, but I don’t specialise and I waffling can easily turn into rambling and their conversation was jumping around like a rabbit on a caffeine high. It made no sense until my nose kicked in and smelt the weed.
Then, it all made sense.
Unlike them.
I stopped paying attention and went back to my tea, my thoughts. I sighed. Sipped. Hot welcome joy as I swallowed, I bet you say that to all the boys.
I smiled.
It was raining outside the cafe. It had been raining for a while now so I didn’t think about it too much. I like the rain, not like this though, it just wouldn’t let up. Perhaps that’s why I was cranky as I was? Maybe! Maybe?
Another gulp of tea. I picked up my book. I should be doing things, stuff, anything, not just going from cafe to cafe, eating snacks, drinking coffee, tea, getting to the point where I would need to mainline caffeine to get me moving.
My book was a charity shop paperback thriller. Anti hero pulp fiction where you rooted for no one, two dimensional characters ready for the next sex scene and the next discovered body. Twists here turns there, sometimes predictable sometimes not. It wasn’t bad. I’ve read worse.
The Americans had calmed down. Silent now and then, making more sense, talking social science. Bullshit vanity thinking, more harmful than good. Just made me want to go up and slap them.
Like I said, I was cranky.
I didn’t.
Chances are they would have overanalysed the situation and come up with the wrong answer.
The correct one, answer that is, being 42.
Helps if you know the question.
I finished my tea. Blew my nose. Put on my coat paid my bill and went out into the rain.
Life goes on.
simono1968 