Writing is a job, a talent, but it's also a place to go in your head. It is the imaginary friend you drink your tea with in the afternoon.
~ Ann Patchett
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The other day I was sitting in a Starbucks. There they call out names and orders. I don't mean to say that they call people names. Well, they DO call people names, but they call them the names they asked to be called.
I was journaling and I heard the person say, "Ken, I have your Cask of Amontillado!"
I thought, "Oh no, Ken! Don't fall for it. Don't go see / get your Cask of Amontillado. You'll regret it for the rest of your dark, lonely, scream-filled life!"
Just as he was approaching the counter, I heard the server person say the same thing to another patron. But this time I understood the words more clearly. She said, "Liza, I have your caramel macchiato. Liza!"
Whew. That was close.
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