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A Regular

Sunday night and I find myself again at Kaldi's doing work (blogging).

I walk in and sit in my usual spot and to my delight - Mr. Angry Pizza Man was sitting across from me! He must be a regular, too.

We exchanged "oh you again" glances and I sat down and did my work, giddy as he kept checking his phone. Perhaps he was waiting for a phone call! One can only wish.
It was too good to be true, his phone rang a few minutes later. I paused my furious typing to eavesdrop on the latest.
Sure enough, there was that tone again. The "keep calm I'm in a pubic place" tone where he precisely articulates all stops, fricatives, plosives, hyper articulates vowels. It's brilliant! He should have been a speech pathologist. Maybe if he weren't so angry all the time.

I'll skip over the boring stuff and skip straight to the juicy goods:

"No. You had your chance when I was TRYING to talk to you this morning and earlier yesterday when I was trying to tell you - fine. Well that is WHY I do not want to drive back and forth for you. I have been here for THREE and a half hours and I have ONE more problem to get done. FINE. I am leaving. I am going to take a break now. And figure out what I want to eat."

I almost, ALMOST, piped up and suggested pizza. I have a feeling that this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

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