i feel like my fiftieth blog post should be something extraordinary. it won't be.
i'm sitting at panera bread, grabbing a quick dinner between commitments.
evidently, fridays here mean chess night for a half-dozen men between the ages of 35 and 75. i regret the fact that i've always been too stubborn and impatient to figure out the rules and strategy of chess.
(i have, however, made it a goal of mine to be able to solve a rubik's cube without any aid this summer.)
there's a man here that i've seen at this panera at least four times in the last five months (i swear i don't come here daily). we exchanged a friendly hello; as i went up for a refill on my free baby cup of water, he smiled and chuckled. in my mind, i heard him say, "i see that you are also too frugal to spend $1.39 on a fountain drink today." he used his baby cup to sneak fruit punch and a slice of lemon. sometimes i feel guilty consuming a sugary drink for which i haven't paid. maybe at 70 i won't care, either.
About Me
- erinroddy
- "as you have heard from the beginning, his command is this: live a life of love."
2 comments:
mmmmmm. i wonder what the next fifty years will hold. i've got to say, i'm with him, at times.
At least he wasn't stealing the napkins. That's what my grandma used to do. Actually, she was taking home bread. She would just wrap it up in a cloth napkin so it wouldn't get dirty in her purse, thereby stealing the napkin. : )
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