A couple months ago an incident may have or may not have happened while I was romantically working at a coffee shop. Let us assume: this story is true, coffee shops are UNromantic.
I am working at cash, like I have been for a while. Person after person comes by, I take their order, ask them if they would like white, whole wheat or multi-grain. Ask them if they would like a small medium or large. I answer their questions about the soup of the day and about our gluten free bread. I review their order with them and ask them if they would like anything else? This happens over and over again, many days, weeks in a row.
It is a Sunday morning and a young, normal-looking (un-good-looking) couple comes in to order healthy, post-workout breakfast. I go through everything, I review their order and I ask them, “Would you like anything else?” The boyfriend says to me, “Anything she wants.”
I took a step back (mentally), and smiled at the camera observing my life. In that moment, I shocked. I imagined a different place and time and that I was in a comic strip. And then I said nothing, and imagined an art project I would make of it.