Ghost, you’re officially a pain in my ass.
Ghost, you’re officially a pain in my ass.All the days blur together as I spend them all at the same table, waiting for my target to show up.
In the meantime, I’ve become an expert on Big Apple Coffee. So far, I’ve learned when to hit the bathroom (first thing in the morning)… how to order the best bagel (request H&H, they keep the crap stuff for tourists)… and most of all, I know who needs their ass kissed, early and often (that would be Penny, the store manager).
Once again, I’ve scored my favorite table by the window. The lunch rush is over. Penny stops by, coffee pot in hand.
“Want a refill?” she asks.
“Yes, thanks.” I slap a twenty-dollar bill on the table. “Keep the change.”
Penny picks up the cash. “How’s it going with the evil ex?”
