Fare Trade

Yesterday I ventured out to get some coffee. I have been out of coffee for a few days and have not felt like going out and being nice and dealing with people. I have had a bad something, with the need to expell vast amounts of yuckey green and yellow gunk and a head that feels as if it belonged to an alien not of this earth. I finally went to the Dr. and he gave me a magic pill to start the cure.


So off I go to the Empire Coffee & Tea Co. I have been going there for years. It's a funky little place that has a gazillion choices and they grind to my specifications but the plus is that if after I buy 10#, I get one free. It's also close and convenient.

It was quiet yesterday at the shop. Three young guys were at the counter---I think probably talking about some girl that was in, or a date they had, or some kind of subject that I could be curious about but really am clueless.

"May I help you" the young attractive male asks. And with that simple grammatically correct question came 15 minutes of fun banter and conversation that comes into ones life and makes one realize---there is a God. It wasn't so much what was said it was more the spirit of the thing. A fair exchange of conversation with little clues as to the likes and foibles of the human race. There was time to gently tease and to ferret out little curiosities. These three men took their time to exchange words and ideas with a women who would normally just require the time it took to measure out a pound of coffee, grind it, and ring it up. For me it was flirtatious. Fun. And I enjoyed the attention.

As I left I heard one of the young men say "I think I'm in love". They have no idea how much they made my day. And when they get French roast in Fare Trade I'll buy it instead of Italian Roast.