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The bell rings at 2:47 on a Tuesday, which is the part of the afternoon when I'm usually doing one of three things: restocking the sugar caddy (which has been a personal nemesis of mine since...
Lou's shop is empty at 3:07 on a Tuesday afternoon and the door chimes when I come in, because Lou has an actual bell — not a buzzer, not a motion sensor, a real small brass bell on a mounted arm...
At 9:17 on a Thursday morning I look up from the espresso machine and through my front window and across the sidewalk and through Earl's front window and I see, in order: water, Earl, a wrench. The...
Patricia comes in at 10:47 on a Wednesday, orders black coffee, and sits at the counter. I know I'm staring. I can feel myself staring. There are two signals here and I'm trying to process them...
The knock comes at 4:47 PM on a Thursday, and I assume it's Jennifer because Jennifer knocks like she's trying to wake the dead and also possibly alert them to a sale at Target. I'm still in my...
Walter is late. I've checked the clock four times now, which is three times more than I should need to, but the thing about Walter is that Walter is never late. Walter is 10 AM. Walter is drip...