I took in something deep by accident in a coffeeshop today. The barista was bringing an offering of new-made coffee forward toward no one, toward the mobile order pickup dock that lay empty and soundless, in the direction of the entrance. Just then someone walked in, a beautiful, nervous, sensitive seeming woman. The barista kept his eyes on the coffee, dutifully. Perhaps to shield himself from her beauty? No, it was an instruction built into the mobilized ritual. She became apprehensive in the caffeine headlights and took a step backward. Must not have been her drink, but wasn’t it their moment? No words attended the interaction, although the coffeeshop was a good one and both seemed pleasant people. No one else came up and got the drink and I couldn’t help thinking we’d all missed the real sacrament! Maybe the app wasn’t working…
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