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coffee shop philosopherthere's a man swimming in mynonfat venti iced caramel macchiato at first he does the breaststroke, and lazily rolls over on his back, spouting coffee but then he notices me watching, and I think he assumes that this must mean I'm interested in something about swimming in my nonfat venti iced caramel macchiato now that I'm looking, he starts grandstanding he takes a dive off an ice cube and slides into the water with only a ripple, surfacing on the other side of the plastic cup he slips and shivers as he clumsily climbs the ice, but he's smiling like a kid who's made his first home run I really can't stand the bitter taste of coffee unless it's really a lot of milk and sugar and only a hint of coffee flavor but even though I'm curious, I'm much less interested in drinking when I see a man swimming in my nonfat venti iced caramel macchiato when I get tired watching I prod him with my straw below the ice and swirl him around in the caramel I take my cup back up to the register and ask for another one because, look, there's a man drowned in my nonfat venti iced caramel macchiato (C) 6/7/01 Tom Brinck ACCESSIBILITY FEATURES / SITEMAP / CONTACT |
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