He wanted to know how much a coffee was.
I told him, he only had a buck and started to walk away,
saying something I barely could hear. I said, what? what?
Why? You only have a dollar? Come, come, Ill pay you the quarter.
I took the money out of my tip jar and handed him a coffee cup.
I kindly instructed him on the coffee machine and
he asked me if we were close to closing.
I said nah, it's 9, still got an hour. He sat down.
I wasn't gonna go out there. He kinda gave me the creeps.
But... I was about to sweep before he showed up.
So, I went to sweep the floor. He was hitchhicking,
from Alberta. (Damn fool) Anyway, He was going to Lac St-Jean,
that's where he's from. He was saying how close he was now.
I was like, ha! Still a long ways.
(But you know, compared to coming from Alberta, le Lac was actually pretty close lol)
He drank his coffee. We spoke of drug abuse.
He seemed high. Or having withdrawals. Something.
He showed me his foot. Fucking disgusting. He went on his way.
I wished him a safe trip.
He?
Maybe.
