Mad Dogging Mr. Buttercelli

Every seat at the Starbucks is taken.

I make eye contact with a guy wearing loafers & khakis. He needs a seat too.

Need a plug, so I circle the room. Nothing.

Must email time sensitive doc, so I go outside.

Praying the battery has life.

Crack open my laptop, send the doc.

Guy in the loafers & khakis snags a seat inside.

We’re facing each other, divided by a window. I peer inside, notice he didn’t buy anything. Just a cup from Buttercelli, a bakery across the street.

I mad dog him, until my battery dies.

 

 

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