Starbucks 5 A.M.
Believe it or not, there’s a line that luckily, is behind me.
In walks Mr. Brooks Brothers, who I’ve written about (https://athingirl.com/2017/03/01/) perfectly pressed, in his usual hurry.
He looks perplexed, with six customers ahead of him, as if he still might be in his pajamas instead of his navy pinstriped suit.
I spin into neighborly action buying his coffee so he doesn’t have to wait.
While I’m at the milk bar, he nervously comes over waving three dollars in my face like a Confederate flag. I say, “No, it’s fine, it was my pleasure.”
Appearing to panic, he places the money on my usual table, then zooms out.
Before I can sit there, a man has already occupied it, obviously pocketing the three bucks.
“Excuse me,” I say nicely, “did you happen to see three dollars by any chance?”
“Nope, didn’t see no three dollas.”
“I say nothing more, sitting behind him.
Who goes rushing by the window with his briefcase and L.L.Bean gym bag, but Mr. Brooks Brothers, who as he passes, gives me the high sign.
The man who was the benefactor of his three dollars, gives it back.
Well, guess that was apt when you think about it.
Just one more tale in the Naked City.