Thursday, September 6, 2012


Today while I was down in the big city waiting in line for a coffee, a gentleman kinda snuck up behind me and whispered "Are you impatient?" Surprised, I stepped a little forward and a way, "No I don't think so," I said. After I got my coffee and was swirling it around with some sweetener at the bar, he came back up to me to say, "I just can't believe how long they take and this coffee shop. Sometimes, there's a line out the door." "Yeah," I said not really agreeing, "I guess ya kinda have to give up your agenda when you make the choice to get coffee at a shop instead of making it at home." He laughed and asked me where I got my glasses, what kind of prescription I had and then started to tell me about some glasses he had, not on him, but probably in the car or at home.

I was game for about four minutes and then I started to think about how to end our little chat. Suddenly, there was a tiny pause and I said, "Well, I've got to be getting to work now." "I have one more thing to say," he started, "My goodness," I thought.

Yep. Little Miss 'You Kinda Have to Give Up Your Agenda...' was caught red-handed. Impatient and with an agenda.

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