It seems that no matter the place I go to hang out, I can’t find any peace. At one of the local coffee shops, there’s a guy who likes to chitchat. It wouldn’t be so bad if the topic of conversation weren’t completely uncalled for.
“Hi Ray.”
“Hey Adam, how’s it going.”
“Not bad. Not bad. I just got some medication for my toenail fungus.”
“That’s… yeah.”
At the newer coffee shop that just opened up, things are pretty quiet. Save for the staff, I mean. A bunch of high school girls talking about their boyfriends and how much they cry. If I were a better writer, I’d be listening in and taking down dialogue. But I’m not, so nuts to that.
Ray
