at the coffee place

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.”

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3 Responses to “at the coffee place”


  1. 1 David Gray January 29, 2009 at 12:30 pm

    Keep going, Kio. Everyone of these feeds me.
    Thanks.

  2. 2 Gabriel Gadfly February 21, 2009 at 11:56 pm

    And I’m still wondering what the choices are for the jeans.

  3. 3 Dileep Warrier September 1, 2016 at 1:34 am

    Good One! Am still smiling 🙂


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