I was hoofing it to Starbucks through the half shoveled sidewalks of Portland this morning.
There had been a slight thaw the day before but the cooler night temperatures had frozen the snow melt to a treacherous high gloss sheen.
I was walking on the snowy street along side the ice skating sidewalk when a man sightly ahead of me suddenly flew through the air and landed with a WHOMP! onto his back on the sidewalk.
He hit pretty hard and I was a bit alarmed.
"Sir, are you OK?" I asked
He didn't respond.
"SIR! Are you OK?" I asked moving closer to him.
He slowly moved to a sitting position and shook himself.
I reached down and started gathering up his belongings that had gone flying.
Handing him his book, I asked again if he was OK.
He didn't say anything but turned to look to to his right.
"Awww Sh*$! My COFFEE!" He suddenly bellowed.
I followed his forlorn gaze to his coffee cup laying upside down, spilling its contents onto the sidewalk.
"Bummer." I commiserated.
He rolled an eyeball to the Venti Mocha I held clutched to my chest and sighed.
I tsked in sympathy, helped him to his feet then patted him on the arm and stumbled my way to work.
It may be Christmas time--but I ain't given up my morning Mocha.
6 years ago