Friday, July 08, 2005

Coffee is the Best Medicine...
The Strange Happenings in a Coffee Shop...
July 8, 2005

His bluntness pained me like a sock in the face; but I'm Irish, and let's face it, we Irish know how to charm people. 

"It's been a while since I've seen such a handsome gentleman as yourself," I said.

The red nose flushed to a brighter crimson. "Gee, thanks," he stuttered.

I saw my opportunity to get down to the basic problem. Tilting my head coyly I stated, "I'm new in here. The place is nice." I choked on the last remark, remembering that repulsive restroom.

"Gee, thanks," he replied. "Rose is proud of it."


"Yeah. Rose...over there!" His fat index finger pointed to a waitress a couple feet away. She was pouring coffee with one hand and picking up a used plate with the other.

"Rose owns this place," my new friend continued.

"Do you think I could meet her?" No sooner had the question left my lips than the lady herself arrived, producing a cup which she promptly filled. "Sorry to keep you waiting, Ma'am," she said.

"Rose, this lady really likes your place."

"Ah, honey! That's so sweet! Thank you." Her glittering blue eyes studied me. 

I returned her gaze, liking her plainspoken ways and happy disposition. Perhaps I could talk to Rose about the note in the restroom.

"You're welcome," I replied. "I think I'm going to like coming here." Little did I know how much so that would prove true in the weeks to come.

To be Continued

Copyright 2005 JO Janoski

1 comment:

  1. Sure an' leaave it to the Irish lass to charm ol' codger :o).
    What "teasers" these first parts are; this is a page-turner tale, to be sure.
    Somewhere in here ya gotta tell us more of our heroine's background; what makes her tick? :o)