When I moved here last month, I made some trades. Primarily, friends for opportunity. (Whatever that is. Contentment? Financial gain? Career? Better shopping?) I miss them. And I don't hear from them a lot. Of course, since college, I've lived in the East San Francisco Bay, CA; Anaheim, CA; Indianapolis, IN; Nashville, TN; and now here. My friends are scattered, not to mention the ones who live in places they've moved to on their own or I've met through a variety of circumstances other than being where I live. They are in Portland, OR; Athens, GA; Wilmington, DE; Toronto, ONT; San Diego, CA; Denver, CO; Lexington, KY; Buffalo, NY; Springfield, MO; England, Germany and other places I forget.
My newest friend, though, and the one I see every Monday through Friday, is the coffee cart guy outside my office building. I don't even know his name. But he greets me now with a smile, even if I'm two or so back on the line. As soon as I reach the window: "Medium, half & half, no sugar... because you're sweet enough already ..., yes?" I smile and nod if I'm sleepy, or verbally agree if I'm more awake. We discuss the weather and my noisy apartment building. Then its off with "Have a good day!" There are more customers waiting.
My newest friend, though, and the one I see every Monday through Friday, is the coffee cart guy outside my office building. I don't even know his name. But he greets me now with a smile, even if I'm two or so back on the line. As soon as I reach the window: "Medium, half & half, no sugar... because you're sweet enough already ..., yes?" I smile and nod if I'm sleepy, or verbally agree if I'm more awake. We discuss the weather and my noisy apartment building. Then its off with "Have a good day!" There are more customers waiting.
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