Some say that he has two left hands, and his nose can tell when it will rain. All we know is that he's called DFM.

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

The Coffee Shop Story: Adventures In Naivete

My friend, M, and I decide to step into a small, high-end, specialty coffee shop for some tea and pastries. While standing at the counter a homeless person asks me if I can "spare any change?" I do not, in fact, have any money to spare (my friend was buying my meal for me which makes the story even more funny), so I told said homeless person that I would give him half of my scone.

After ordering, M and I sit down at one of the tables on the fashionable, yet rather uncomfortable, chairs. The homeless person sits at an adjacent table by himself and calmly ponders one of life's many mysteries (at least I assume that's what he was doing). I begin to admire how charming the homeless person looks, when the owner comes over and tells the homeless person that he has to leave. I interrupt the owner and inform him that the homeless person is my guest, and that he is waiting for the half-a-scone that I promised him. The owner tells me that he will box it up, and sure enough he gives the homeless person half of the scone and sends him on his way. Meanwhile, M can barely contain himself from spraying London Fog out of his nose and all over the establishment. And that's why I would probably be the worst business man ever.

In retrospect, this story would probably have been funnier if you had been there.


  1. That reminds me, I had forgotten about the post I planned to do on not using that sort of language. LMAO is not a word that is recognized on this blog.

  2. I commend you for your kindness.
    We need more people like you in the world and fewer people like the shop owner.

    BTW, is WTF a recognized word on this blog? :)