Dream Journal: 2013-05-21.01

“Another coffee, Sir?” He looked up grudgingly at the waitress. He noticed her pot was only a quarter full. It was all he could do to keep from launching into a verbal educational moment right then and there.

“Do you think I’m addled? That I can’t see because I’m twice your age? That’s an old pot and you’re trying to shove it off on me! Make me a fresh pot! Don’t serve me your leftovers! I should talk to the manager about this! This is horrible treatment! Don’t you know what I’ve gone through in my life!”

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