Just Another Day
When I’m dating someone, on weekend mornings I like to go to a diner for breakfast. The Marine was especially fond of this routine. We had our favorite diners and cafes, where we would take our time drinking coffee and talking.
Now that I’m single again, it’s not quite as magical making coffee and eggs in my apartment by myself. Even if I share eggs with my dogs, it’s not the same. This morning I thought, Fuck it. I’m going to my favorite diner anyway. I’ll bring a new book and take my sweet-ass time enjoying myself.
Just as the waitress sat a plate of french toast down in front of me, my cell phone rang. It was Dad.
