It was raining
I ducked into Starbucks.
Every table was taken.
My latest encounter with the medical profession had been less than wonderful.
All I wanted was a cold ice tea, my paper journal, and my trusted mobile.
Then it happened.
A young man got up and have me his table.
I could have burst into freakin’ song.
I got myself a small lemonade, a Tazo iced green tea, and a slice of low fat very berry coffeecake ’cause I intend to set a spell.
Why am I ticked at the medical profession? Because some members of the profession are on love with the sound of their own voices, consider themselves legends in their own minds, and are quite shocked that a patient or a patient’s spouse might actually wish to ask a question.
Juan is hanging out with his buddies at his old job. His new job lol is being retired.
Me and My Bobby McGee is pouring put the sound system. A very strange man at the table next to me is eating bright green pickled peppers from a jar, and glancing constantly over his shoulder.
Perhaps he thinks the pepper police will burst through the doors at any moment.
**sigh the pounding in my head is fading slowly.
I am craving salmon avocado rolls with lots of wasabi laced soy for dipping. And a mouthful of chilled gari afterwards – so good for a headache.
I’m going to have a stress busting freewriting session, and them go see if there’s any sushi spots round here.
A bit later
Talk about your perfect timing. I found an Asian market a few blocks from.the Starbucks. And what was the sushi guy working on when got there? Yup. Yup.
It’s all about those little things.