Hey Buddy Have You Got A Dollar?

I make coffee each and every morning in my office—this is no big deal since I am always the arrive—and I am really the only one who drinks the stuff. Front desk Marrianne drinks a watered down variation of the legal stimulant. I have the stay the office is very patient with my caffeine habit. However the office is currently under renovation and today the workers are going to lay the linoleum in the kitchen area which mean that every thing is to be unplugged and moved hopefully for today only. The guys have been working on the room for over a week now and the microwave was moved early last week to an empty office suite across the hall. I was going out every lunch period and buying something at one of the local fast foods. Yesterday I had had enough fast food and I was going dig out the “nuker” and found out the staff had been using the microwave all along. No one had told me which is typical. It took few minutes but I had staff move the nuker off the floor, and placed on a cart , so I could use it independently, and now have fast food in my office and a lot less expensive.

Yesterday, Marrianne warned me twice about the lack of access to the coffee pot I would experience today. I was cool with that. I have this great thermos I got from my mom this summer that I have not used yet—the thermos is a hand me down but looks great and would be great for housing coffee, even though the parents would freak If they knew this is what I was using the thermos for. I did not used the thermos though, I decided I would just travel over to Cup of Joes which is just down the block from my office. I had left the house about a half hour earlier then I have the last couple of days so I had plenty of time. I opened the office, flipped on the computer grabbed my coffee mug, ri9nsed it out and headed for Joes. As I approached the ramp which served Cup of Joes there was a disheveled women , who very much looked like a street person, and I knew I was going to be panhandled. Sure as I passed her she turned as asked if she could have as dollar for coffee. We were standing right in front of the windows of Cup of Joe. I thought for a second. usually these folks just ask for what ever change I might have, never are the folk brazen to the point of asking for a dollar.!! I had it and I thought why not she risked, reward the risk—good for her.

When the women first asked for the money we had been a ways from the coffee shop but I asked her to follow me up the ramp and this was how we ended up in front of the shop’s windows. She asked how much a cup of coffee cost and did I think it would cost a dollar. I told her I did not know since I usually brew my own coffee. But I mentioned that I doubt it, especially at a place like Joes. She said it did not matter because “they” the people selling then coffee had seen her panhandle me and she figure she was not welcome there and she would walk down to the 7-11 and see what she could get.

I don’t mind giving money to these folk, if I have the money, I see it as good luck and I need as much good luck as I can get.