A TINY TONGUE
by Ross Sharp
All I want is a coffee.
I pay you. You make it. Give me change if change is due.
Don’t ask me how my day is going. It’s not “going” anywhere. It’s a day. There’s another one tomorrow.
Don’t make lame jokes like, “Do we look like a coffee shop to you?”, and then laugh at your own joke. Did you see me smiling just then? No, you did not. No fucking ho.
Yes, it is a “hot one” today.
I’m fucking standing in it, you stupid bastard.