There are two girls (er, women. The three of us are all 27) that I’ve been friends with for the past 12 years. With our busy schedules, it can be a little difficult to find time for more than just a quick email, so we’ve taken to setting up the occasional coffee dates.
So today we met up at a Starbucks and got (wonderful) feta and spinach stuffed pretzels and the coffee of our choice (always a Caramel Mocha for me) and sat down to chat. While we were sitting, there a motorcycle pulled up and the man took off his helmet and walked inside. We didn’t pay much attention. A few minutes later, a second motorcycle pulled up, and the man didn’t take off his helmet. Girl #1 (I’m not mentioning names here) remarked that the helmet made the guy look like a stormtrooper. I agreed, and then we noticed that the guy didn’t take off his helmet before heading towards the door. Girl #1 mentioned this. The first guy (who apparently had sat down at the table directly behind us) spoke up and said “he will. Just as soon as he gets in here.” Now Girl #1 is embarrassed and trying to save face, while I’m laughing. Before we could turn around, the second guy walks in, still helmeted, and heads to the table behind us. That’s right, the table that the first biker was sitting at. The first biker looks at the helmeted biker and tells him how Girl #1 said that the helmet made guy #2 look like a stormtrooper.
At this point I’m all but on the floor laughing, Girl #1 has turned so red you could have set her on a street corner and used her at a stop sign, and we’ve all lost track of girl #2. Guy #2 is apparently quite tall and we were sitting, so he walks over (still helmeted) and literally looms over Girl #1. My mouth is actually hanging open waiting to hear what he’s going to say.
After a brief pause, I hear “*deep breath* I am not your father”.
Tags: coffee, coffee talk, Strangers
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