The Next Guy

Dave was thirsty just wanted something to help with that. He, for some reason, thought a cup of coffee would be best. The hot liquid poured from pot that had been there for a few hours or maybe days. This place was busy though so maybe it was fresh. Last year his wife got him a coffee machine, espresso, so he was getting into coffee. Didn't really like diner coffee anymore. But now thats all he wanted a kind of dilute brown soup. Dave was almost too excited for it to hit his lips. When he was a kid he used to go to a diner with his friends, sitting in the booth only getting coffee. He thought the worse the coffee was the better the conversation. Now he was just a bit stoned alone in a weird city delivering a package to some guy at a hotel? What had his life come to. He felt his chest pocket, through the shirt he could still feel the joint. He exhaled, thank god. He thought he lost it.

That'l be two twelve sir

Thank you yeah he you go. 

Thank you have a good day. 

You too, you too!

Dave turned around leaving. Almost bumping into the next guy.