The night was as dark as the day was bright and into the night a stranger came. The stranger wasn't at all strange in weird sort of way, but strange in the known by no one fashion. The stranger strolled down the sidewalk at a pace that was somewhat faster than a snail yet not quite as quick as a person who was hurried.
And so the stranger strolled and strolled until the fresh brewed aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled his nostrils with the freshest smell that he had ever smelled. The stranger paused for a brief moment and knew that he had to act soon or the fresh brewed aroma would not be quite as fresh as it had been previously.
Into the coffee shop, walked the stranger. He sat down in a booth and being but one person, left a large amount of area unoccupied. He felt alone and uncomfortable in his booth and feared that everyone was staring at him because he was a stranger who was sitting in a large booth alone.
"May I have your order, sir?" asked the waitress. She was typical of coffee shop waitresses in the fact that she was not overly polite and yet she lacked the rudeness that would deny her of a tip.
"Um, give me a coffee, please," the stranger, replied in a matter of fact style, which seemed to imply that he had done this a thousand times before.
"Regular or decaf?" the waitress asked bluntly seeing through the stranger as if he happened to be transparent.
"Regular," he said matter of factly as if there was no other type of coffee that was acceptable to him.
"Will there be anything else?" she asked while feeling all the while that this stranger wasn't going to tip her an appropriate amount.
"That'll be all, thank you." He smiled as the words poured from his mouth knowing that he wasn't going to leave more than fifteen cents as his gratuity.
She turned to the counter to fill the order.
He sat and waited patiently for his coffee to arrive.
