Dear Guy at the Coffee Shop

Dear Guy at the Coffee Shop,
I should probably start by telling you I lied to you.
Well, not so much lied. I was just kidding.
I didn’t think you’d take me seriously.
See, I draped my sweatshirt over the chair next to me, ya know, easy access in case I got cold?
So when you approached me and asked if anybody was sitting there, despite there being no evidence aside from the sweatshirt, I thought I’d make a joke.
“Yeah, I’m actually waiting for Godot…”
You looked slightly confused before you took your bag and sat a couple seats away.
Alright, my existentialist humor doesn’t get me a lotta dates, duly noted.
But before I had time to explain that reference, you had already moved over and, well, it just seemed awkward to go over there and try to explain myself.
Rest assured, Beckett humor will never be attempted again.
Still, sorry for the confusion.


2 thoughts on “Dear Guy at the Coffee Shop

  1. Hahahaha. Reminds me of the time I was in the hospital with pneumonia. I was getting a chest X-Ray and the technician asked “do you have pain.” I replied, “no, I have angst!” Whoooosh. Right over her head.

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