Customer told attendant that no one from India does yoga while latter wiped coffee grounds from fluted rubber fridge door insulation.
The Customer that reminds of an old girlfriend — the customer that is a Construction worker asking if he can charge his phone. The Construction worker having left backpack and white hard hat in patio chair, running for the bus he nearly missed. The construction worker is handed special glasses to safely see the complete solar eclipse, but his friend saying, no, he didn’t want to look through the glasses, didn’t want to see.
Quantum Entanglement of hairbuns: yesterday’s hairbun seen in the mirror, today’s hairbun projecting from a window of the bus. (These hairbuns have a link in space-time, which only the Chinese and myself know about.) “The hairbun of yesterday in the mirror of today.” (book title). (We should have National Hairbun Center to sort all this out. When you see a person with a hairbun, watch out, as they may be transferring the contents of their minds to a satellite. When you see someone with a ponytail really watch out, for those are the “enforcers”.).. Couldn’t see any other part of that bus passenger aside from that “uploading” bun.
Attendant remarks that, when the smell of urine becomes overpowering for miles around, you’ll know he’s been held up at gunpoint (a number of hold ups having been committed recently in the area, though not this place yet). Attendant reviews plans in event of mass-shooter attack: first, barrage of stale cookies; second, serve him the “brioche”; finally, ask him if he’d like a “refill with that” and splash his face with hot coffee — the decaf.
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