And then there's always the new guy…

And then there’s always the new guy…

Walk up to cafe counter. New guy takes my order. Rings me up. Looks at my card. Reads my name..


Looks at me.


I smile and nod.

“That’s your name?”


“You must have…” he pauses, as if not sure he wants to commit to it.

I wait for it…

“…interesting parents.”


Not as bad as I was expecting.

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