It’s Sunday at 11 a.m. I’ve never been here quite this early.
Okay, that’s not exactly true. There was that fella from Wales.
So, I’ll change that to, not in a long time. I popped in after going to the Apple Store for a quick tweaking of my new Mac, now waiting for my library to open.
A Bloody Mary seemed the perfect pal to kill 45 minutes with, but forgetting, no alcohol served till noon on Sundays.
Boo-hoo.
Sitting in the little ante room off the bar, my disappointment is audible when the waiter reminds me of this.
“Are you kidding?”
“Señora perhaps would like some cafe instead?”
Shit, do I have a choice? Señora indeed.
I’m alone, except for a young couple eating ala carte across the room. It’s either that or the 37 dollar buffet, and when you’re a thin girl who eats like the Amish, unless you’re packing Tupperware in your Boat and Tote, it’s not worth the price.
That said.
Coffee immediately appears in a lovely silver pot. Despite its lack of spirits, there’s nothing like a hotel brew that’s always the best in town.
So it’s 9 bucks. The ambience alone is worth 20, and who knows what’s coming round the bend.
As I sit sipping, smelling the eggs benedict wafting from the hot buffet, the couple, as they make their way out, slyly leave a napkin on my table.
“Enjoy your breakfast,” the guy says with a gangster’s wink, his girlie-girl grinning like the perfect moll.
As I carefully unwrap it, buried in its folds is a mini bottle of Jameson.
Ah-ha…a gift.
The little imp I’ve been known to be, privately peppers her pot of pricey coffee, and no one is the wiser. 
Ho hum.
SB
Now, why don’t things like that ever happen to me? 😉
Lovely story Susannah.
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They do. Just the English version. 🙂
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What are the odds that someone would overhear your request for refreshment and have a mini bottle tucked away? A perfect example of serendipity.
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If you knew how disappointed I was. I rarely have a Bloody Mary because of the sodium in tomato juice, so it was going to be a big treat…and at the Carlyle where I hadn’t been in quite some time. Thin girl’s voice carries. LOL
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It does pay to be a good person. Love that photo!
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Me too. And it’s obvious blondes have more fun. 🙂
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You have all the luck (well, maybe not the no booze until noon part but….)
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Life seems to be one long essay.
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Where there’s a will there’s a way! Right Susannah? 😉 ~Elle
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It seems so, doesn’t it?
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Seems the someone was looking out for you.
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They sounded Australian. Short of a kangaroo, what else could a girl wish for 🙂
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The photo is adorable!
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It’s me with a rinse 🙂
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