Somebody removed my coffee card with all my stamps on it. There's a file next to the register where customers like me get their coffee card marked until that glorious day when I have enough stamps to get $5 mocha concoction that usually makes me feel ill, but who cares because it was FREE! Anyway, my coffee card was stolen, probably by a local Coffee Shop Weirdo who scratched out my name.

Lately, Strange Old French Man has been offering me lots of encouragement as he keeps complimenting me on my dedication and work ethic.

"Something good will come out of this," he said to me yesterday.

Thank you, Strange Old French Man!

Occasionally, Cute Guys wander in here. My friend told me to smile at them. Sometimes they smile back. Then what? Look busy and pretend it never happened has been my choice, but something tells me that's not going to get me too far.

Just for today, I can have adventures in Coffee Shop Land.