Coffee Shirt

Saturday, October 20, 2012

Earlier in the week I was waiting for a parcel to be delivered. When it came I answered the door, signed for it, and said thanks to the guy. As he was leaving I saw he gave me a funny look. When I went in the house I realised that I’d spilled coffee all down the front of my tshirt as I got up to get the door.

So I was pretty embarrassed and ashamed about it, what must he have thought. Maybe he thought I was a heroin addict, or like I’d just threw up on myself, or I’d been wearing the same shirt for days. But then I figured fuck it - I won’t ever see him again why do I care so much, right?

Well the next day I had another parcel delivered and it was the same guy. Neither of us mentioned it though.

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