June 28th, 2012
Had an interesting pseudo philosophical conversation with Miguel about an hour ago, he came into the coffee shop for an iced coffee and we spoke while sitting an smoking on the benches outside. Well... mostly I listened. Miguel likes to explain things to a certain 'depth'. Regardless of the topic or the substance of the conversation he usually ends with the phrase;
"Yknow Whadye Mean??" Flatly emphatic.
Which makes our conversations interesting because I like to respond with;
" Right on."
Many of our conversations look something like this;
" I have really long stretches where I totally escape myself... Y'know Whadye Mean??" asks Miguel.
"Right on." I reply.
"But then I got caught up on someone else's egotism and fall back into my own.... Y'know Whadye Mean??" asks Miguel.
I nod. "Right on."
I'd like to offer more but sometimes listening is in itself 'Offering more'.
Melissa was having a malfunction with the credit card machine at the coffee shop when I arrived there this morning. She was also hungover and trying to deal with it conversely, meanwhile her boss was boss was growling and prowling the store looking for someone to vent the wrath of his recent break-up upon.
" The reader on the credit card machine isn't working." Melissa announced flatly.
The boss came behind the counter to examine the situation.
"Who used it last??" Snapped the boss man.
" I did, I was using it for while and then it stopped." replied Melissa.
"What happened before that??" Snap...Snap.
Melissa lifted her hand to her hip.
" I don't know what you want me to tell you.." She stated icily.
"Well that isn't a good enough explanation." Chomped the boss man.
" I think there might be some coffee grounds in the slide." Melissa offered with a huff.
"The truth comes out!" Exclaimed the boss man, raising his voice an octave.
Melissa grabbed a cigarette from her purse under the counter and beat a hasty path out the front door producing a lighter from her pocket en route.
They could benefit from more 'Right on', Y'know Whadye Mean??
Had an interesting pseudo philosophical conversation with Miguel about an hour ago, he came into the coffee shop for an iced coffee and we spoke while sitting an smoking on the benches outside. Well... mostly I listened. Miguel likes to explain things to a certain 'depth'. Regardless of the topic or the substance of the conversation he usually ends with the phrase;
"Yknow Whadye Mean??" Flatly emphatic.
Which makes our conversations interesting because I like to respond with;
" Right on."
Many of our conversations look something like this;
" I have really long stretches where I totally escape myself... Y'know Whadye Mean??" asks Miguel.
"Right on." I reply.
"But then I got caught up on someone else's egotism and fall back into my own.... Y'know Whadye Mean??" asks Miguel.
I nod. "Right on."
I'd like to offer more but sometimes listening is in itself 'Offering more'.
Melissa was having a malfunction with the credit card machine at the coffee shop when I arrived there this morning. She was also hungover and trying to deal with it conversely, meanwhile her boss was boss was growling and prowling the store looking for someone to vent the wrath of his recent break-up upon.
" The reader on the credit card machine isn't working." Melissa announced flatly.
The boss came behind the counter to examine the situation.
"Who used it last??" Snapped the boss man.
" I did, I was using it for while and then it stopped." replied Melissa.
"What happened before that??" Snap...Snap.
Melissa lifted her hand to her hip.
" I don't know what you want me to tell you.." She stated icily.
"Well that isn't a good enough explanation." Chomped the boss man.
" I think there might be some coffee grounds in the slide." Melissa offered with a huff.
"The truth comes out!" Exclaimed the boss man, raising his voice an octave.
Melissa grabbed a cigarette from her purse under the counter and beat a hasty path out the front door producing a lighter from her pocket en route.
They could benefit from more 'Right on', Y'know Whadye Mean??
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