Giant Food store. Forget it.
How about Dunkin? I got a gift card from my friend Tree.
Off I drove.
Ordered a small iced coffee with a bit of cinnamon in it.
A handsome gent named - Kuman ? - served me.
Also got croissant with turkey sausage, egg and cheese.
All delicious.
As I stood waiting for my order to be processed an older gent stood there too.
He made a couple of remarks and I said, How come you're so smart?
We sat down and began to chat. He loved to talk.
I tried not to get a stiff neck from looking at him.
His age, I guess,is about 82. Never been married. Has many friends and rides his bike in the warm weather,
Just bought a new car and is paying it off. Hopes it's his last car.
It was a grey sedan that gets good mileage.
I asked what restaurants he liked. Bonnet Lane. YES! I mentioned my friend Walter Straus lived in Regency Towers right behind us, but he moved out, and in with a Muslim family in Germantown. Wonder if my Walter is still alive. His photo is on the side of my fridge.
Look me up, I said to Michael, and told him my name. Ruth Deming. I run a support group. His own mother took her own life. As did many people in his family.
People are afraid of being alone these days, he said.
BTW, I did get an invoice from Adelaide Review, which I paid with my credit card. $65.
Never would've entered the contest if I didn't think I had a chance of winning.
Gonna write a poem about my name:
MY NAME
Plain as a bagel.
Ruth Deming.
No pizzazz.
Does it do me justice?
Meet me in the Starbucks Cafe at the Giant.
I'll be sitting alone, sipping on hot peppermint coffee
Reading a book, all alone, the way I like it.
Wednesday, January 1, 2020
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