I’m in a coffee shop a few days back and overhear a conversation. The table next to me had three ladies chatting to each other. Any of the three of them, stretched just a bit, could have been Saturday Night Live characters.
As they’re packing up to leave, I hear this bit…
“She sure wasn’t looking forward to winter. It’s turned out to be one of the warmest winters we ever had.”
My mouth almost fell open.
Where had she been living the past five months? This is the winter when it took me until last week to get in a broomball game. This is one of the winters that Canada geese will tell “great escape” tales about.
One of the warmest winters we ever had?
Apparently Java Express serves up harder stuff than what’s on the menu if you just ask for it.