I take solace in momentary happiness. In fact, to me, it represents some of the most beautiful things in life.
Blanket statment's example/my momentary beauty of the day:
I'm serving a man with a thick french accent some sort of coffee drink I don't understand. I wing making some espresso and put in some foam and pour it over drip coffee. I hand it to him and smile. I'm not sure what he asked for, but I think this is right.
He looks at it and says, "I asked for room for air" and takes the drink and pours some of it out on the floor in front of the espresso bar. Let me repeat this. He puts the cup out in front of him and pours out some coffee on to the floor.
I immediately think of this clip:
And begin laughing.
I can't help it.
He then tells me he likes to smell the aroma of the coffee. Or something along those lines. His English is broken, Frank Sintra is blaring and I can barely understand him. He then says, "The smell gets me high." This is a sentence I understood completely.
He looks around very cautiously, as if what he is about to tell me is extremely secretive. "In fact," he says, "I don't need the coffee to make me high at all" and he starts laughing hysterically. He then slips me a napkin with his phone number on it, winks and walks away.
None of my coworkers saw this happen and I quietly tucked the napkin away in my apron.
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Coming soon:
The role of the photographer in the picture of a subject. Or: First World Dominance in the Representation of the Somalian Famine.
