The coffee kid asks me what kind of jeans I like to see on a man. I’m not sure how to answer. I ask, “What are my options?”
Then a tall, narrow man with red stubble and a dockworker’s hat comes in. He pulls off the hat and orders a coffee. The kid hands him a cup and turns back to me. The man takes a sip and lets out a loud, unselfconscious sigh. His eyes are closed with satisfaction.
“Hey, I like to hear that, man,” says the kid. “Makes me feel like I made the coffee right.”
The tall man, he must be a regular, says, “Yeah, you’re good. The quality is a little more stochastic on the weekends.”
The kid looks confused. “I mean it’s more variable,” the man explains.
“Are you a math nerd?” I ask. The kid laughs, “Oh yeah, variables!”
I turn to the tall man, “No, I mean stochastic.” The tips of his ears go pink and he looks at the floor. Sheepish, caught showing off.
“Oh,” he says. “I’m a scientist.”