The diner
I am going down the street, on a cloudy, rainy, gloomy morning. The setting is, relatively pleasant, people walking this way and that, all headed towards their respective destinations. It could just be me, but everyone and everything seems to be going to a beat, their feet all going to some unheard music.
I am pretty wet, so I decide to go to the diner down on the corner and get a cup of coffee. I glide in, and begin to dry myself off hastily, with a towel that was on a rack next to me. After that, I go up to the man behind the counter, he asks me what I wanted, and I replied "coffee,"
I know this diner well: it is a ramshackle little place, just the counter, those giant thermoses where they keep the coffees, a row of a couple booths, and some large windows for each one.
There were a couple of drones handing out newspapers, and they offered me one just as the man came back with a coffee cup and pot. I took the newspaper as the man started to pour the coffee. I grab the cup with a free hand as he pours the coffee, but halfway through his hand lifted, stopping the flow of coffee. I cocked my head in confusion at this, and looked up at the man's face. He was looking past me to someone coming in the door.
"It is always nice to see you!" says the man behind the counter, to the woman who has come in. She shakes her umbrella, and goes over to the man and they kiss their hellos. I look the other way, pretending not to see them, and instead I pour the milk.
I go over to one of the booths and set down my cup, and open up the paper; there's a story of an actor, who had died while he was drinking, I didn't really know him. I flip the pages looking for the funnies, but I land on the horoscope instead. I lazily read through it as I take my cup of coffee and take a long sip.
Just then, my military "lock-on" sensor went off in my head, so I looked around and saw a woman on the other side of the glass looking in to my booth. I wondered if she could see me through the glass, so I did a quick analysis of the glass and concluded that it was one way. So I began to watch the woman, for lack of something more interesting.
Humans are funny that way, most of the time you can never really tell what they are going to do, I take another sip of my coffee as I ponder this. I turn my attention back to the woman, she is hitching up her skirt and straightening her stockings, her hair has gotten wet. This faintly amused me, and I turned my eyes into a happier state for a second.
I sigh as she leaves, and sit back in my chair and take another drink from my coffee. I look down into the cup: only a couple ounces of fluid left, plus the dregs.
I turn off my display and listen to the soft pitter-patter of the rain on the windows. I pull up the forecast on the nearest wifi connection, and I think a deep sigh as it tells me the rain will continue through the morning. I turn back on my eyes and sit up a little as the bells of the cathedral begin to ring.
I close my eyes in relish of the sounds. I thought of Wall-e, his cute little face, his undying enthusiasm. His voice played in my head, "wwaaleeee" I giggled profusely as I thought of this.
After awhile I decided I should leave, because I have things to do. I float up and finish the rest of my coffee, and fold up the paper, and set them both down on the table. I lazily float to the door, reluctant to go back out into the rain, and get wet again, nevertheless I open up the door and zoom out and up into the pouring rain.
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From the song, Toms diner, by Suzanne Vega here's a sample http://free. n a p s t e r .com/player/?play_id=12695929&type=track
you will have to take out the spaces though,