I just bought a chocolate chip cookie because why not, don’t I deserve a cookie, I’ve been working myself to death. And a large Earl Grey, for which I don’t need any justification. Then I sat down, broke off a big chunk, and dipped it in the tea, at which point the whole chunk of cookie not caught between by thumb and finger broke away from the cookie mainland and dropped into my tea like a sheet of the Calafate glacier sliding into the ocean.
I erupted with invective passionate enough to both earn nasty looks from people at surrounding tables, but also passionate enough to keep them from saying anything, even the smug mom with kids who I always see here and who would not normally hesitate to let me know that I had offended her matronly sensibilities. Then a dude with one withered arm walked in, like if someone had the arms of a tyrannosaurus rex, but only one of them.
I stopped swearing. Now I’m just drinking my tea. It’s too hot, but whatever.