Good morning and Happy New Year from Famous Overpriced Coffee Shop, where at the moment the only other non-apron wearing occupant besides me is the mother of one of the baristas, come to take her to urgent care to have her ankle x-rayed as soon as a replacement shows up. Yep. My coffee was served by a barista on crutches. She twisted her ankle on the dance floor last night, an hour before midnight. She hadn’t even had anything to drink yet. Well, half a cocktail. But she wishes she had been under the influence. Maybe she’d have been more relaxed and her ankle more flexible. Oh well, she says, at least in the half hour before she got hurt she had the most fun she’d had in a long time.
Here’s wishing you all a year full of half hours like that, minus, of course, the morning after trip to urgent care.