Coffee?

25 Mar

I sat in a cafe the morning after I arrived in Melbourne and ordered a coffee. Normal.

The waiter asked me all sorts of questions about how I’d like it. Not normal.

I made a joke. Normal.

We conversed some more, non coffee related, witty repartee. Not normal.

Oh Australia, it has been a long time since I’ve talked the talk with my morning coffee. It felt strange, but I liked it!

I think I actually forgot I had it in me.

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