Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Harold stormed back into the shop, slamming the door and making a face at it before taking a deep breath and walking over to Julie’s desk.
“Here’s you double espresso latte macchiato,” he said, handing her a cardboard cup from a cardboard tray. “Pink in, green out. Pink in, breath out.”
“Why are you filled with bilious thoughts?” Julie asked, popping the lid off her coffee and adding a sweetened from her desk drawer. “I thought you liked doing the coffee run.”
“I do, normally.” Harold put the tray down. “Using these waxed cups is so wasteful, though. I washed out all the ones we used last week and took them back. The little so-and-so on the counter said she couldn’t use them”
“Not hygienic, probably,” said Julie.
“Not hygienic, apparently.” Harold raised his fingers, zen-like. “Who does she think uses them? Demons?”
“Yes, but she doesn’t know that.”