June 18, 2007
A slow witted old woman, flustered and trying to stay out of the way of the agile, the deft, the experienced racing smoothly all around. The coffee machine is spewing scalding hot water and grounds everywhere, an attempt to salvage the situation only manages to spray near boiling water across the back of my hand and I feel even more worthless. The customers line up out the door, looking at their watches, at the distance to the till and at the hopeless gnome in a hairnet screwing up their morning ritual. In training after all these years. A metaphor.