I’m once again in my friend’s store, helping myself to a cup of coffee. I decide, while I’m there, to make one for Diego, the deli kid, busy making sandwiches. While I’m at it, I include a piece of packaged coffee cake.
When Tony sees this, he goes off the rails. “Do you know what that cake costs me, even wholesale, and you’re givin’ it away?”
I look at Diego who fortunately, had his earbuds in, and didn’t hear. Despite Tony being the size of a bull, not to mention full of it, I put my big girl panties on and say, “That kid works for the change you carry around in your pocket, so please spare me the lecture on the price of Entenmanns that, knowing you, expired a month ago.”
Yes, I said that.
He took this in, looking at Diego, still oblivious, then went back to hacking cheese.
I’m back at the coffee bar making a cup, this time, for one.
Tony sidles up.
“What about Diego?”
Assuming he’s being snarky, ignore him. When he doesn’t budge, waiting for an answer, I look at him determined to not take the bait.
He then says, “No, I thought it over. They all deserve a cuppa coffee.”
As I turn back to fix one, he says, “And don’t forget the cake.”
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