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Good "you're such a good egg" Thursday Morning, all bodies.
When I walked into the coffeehouse, Mimi was having an egg fritata with a friend. She waved and said hello in between bites.
I promised Mary (Giddy Up's "don't call me a barista", barista!) a half dozen or so from the two dozen or so of fresh eggs a friend had bestowed upon me. I didn't have an egg carton, so I placed the eggs, nice and snug, in a small square box stuffed with plastic grocery bags and delivered it to Maddie who was working the counter.
Maddie's a "good egg" and can be completely trusted with delivering the goods.
Badass was sitting all alone, so I decided to spend some time with him, but soon the two sofas were filled with friends chewing the fat. Phil brought a dolphin skull for Frank to put on the community shelf and Big Al had to get up to further inspect the alien being.
Someone said the skull and Al had much in common.
Dennis, who has relatives from Australia, got to talking about aborigines and boomerangs with Erich, while I tried to talk to Jeanie about her days in college at USL. MaryJane and Maureen waved hello having arrived late from the local gym.
About twenty minutes later, Paula Alario, who provides me, on occasion, all the eggs I need, dropped by to return a baking tray that I used to make her a ham and cheese quiche earlier in the week.
It was my way out, having already spent so much time. As it always happens, when one person decides to leave, EVERYONE decides to leave too!
Having temporarily solved all of the world's problems, I grabbed my baker's tray and split.
First decaf cup this morning...
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