Before we get to the light matter, I must mention a dark matter. What began as simply a means to clean table tops at coffee houses, cutely referred to as a “nervous habit,” has taken on a more hard-boiled-Woody-Allen dimension. My table-wiping movements typically do not attract much attention. Whenever a barista offers to wipe the table for me, all I’d have to do is smile and mention “nervous habit” and they go on about their business. On Saturday, however, at a Starbux that I haven’t gone to in many months, my “pre-game” ritual was not only interrupted mid-motion but was also terminated. The barista didn’t interpret my “nervous habit” comment coupled with “I wipe my work desk ten times a day” in the intended manner. Instead, she took over the towel-to-table task and left me on the sidelines.
Seconds after she was done I looked down at the surface–it was still dusty and crusty. I stood there in the middle of the espresso-dispensing store, my mind steadily infiltrated by panic.
I was not bothered by the presence or absence of bacteria or crumbs. Even ostensibly “clean” (as in not sticky) table tops still get a Sitting Pugs wipe-down. I knew that I had to continue with my ritual, otherwise, I would be uneasy and bolt out the door. When I ordered my iced beverage, I also asked for a cup of ice. I used the ice to re-moisten the table. I made sure that same barista was not within view.
I felt much better after I finished.
Moral of the story: If ming wants to wipe a table, yoo let ming do it.
Now back to your regularly scheduled blog post:
And it has made my morning. Both of these clips have made my morning. Laughter really is good medicine.
Frezned is a favorite YT destination. I’ve been watching his videos for a long time.