Dog Bites and Bee Stings

I didn’t mean to make a series out of this, but I am back in Tim Hortons writing on my laptop. The short kid from yesterday took my order (medium coffee, one cream) with a snarl and I almost apologized for my presence. Now, I sit in the corner as this other customer speaking in Arabic wheels and deals in his phone conversations. I think he’s told people to hold and has switched calls. This guy is popular! Making some deals, mediating a conflict perhaps? Who knows. For me, its nice to hear a foreign language. It makes my hometown feel international.