An aborted meeting…

I was in Starbucks this afternoon to fulfill an internal hankering for a Latte.

Standing behind me in the queue was a peculiar man with a pair of  interesting looking Winkle Pickers.  They were similiar to these ones:

He looked like he was from another era.

He also wore tweed pedal pushers and had a handle bar mustache.

We collected our coffees at the same time and brought them over to the special counter where you put your sugar in your coffee and get those wooden poky things to stir it with.

We stood side by side and did our business; tearing sugar sachets, pulling out napkins, licking foam from the stirring sticks and readjusting our coffee lids.

All of a sudden I felt compelled to turn to him and ask:

“Do you think we will ever stand side by side again?”…