I was waiting at the corner for the bus, sipping on some tea for my throat that I got at the Starbucks on Westwood, not to be confused with the Starbucks on Weyburn and mistakenly made eye contact with this guy in a black windbreaker with the hood pulled tight around his head making a very small oval face hole. He was very excitable and noticed me sipping on what he thought was coffee. He walks straight up to me and in a confrontational voice asks me if I like cappuccino.
Taken aback I said, no, not really.
Well he says, I happen to have a picture of the best cappuccino I have ever had.
(I am always puzzled that crazy people have smart phones, I don't know why)
And he shows it to me. It is a cappuccino with a leaf design in the foam.
I am not sure if that was in Rome or Verona. I think Verona, I can tell by the stuff on the table, but it could be Rome, but I think Verona. Have you ever been?
I say no.
Well, if we were better friends and we liked each other I would take you.
I say, Thank you?
Now, If I could only find a sane man to offer me the same thing I would be happy.
Those crazies, they love me something fierce.
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