chai, coffee, humor, life

Coffee. And the etiquette of ‘Excuse Me’

Waleed and I stopped at my favorite coffee shop in a caffeine-deprived haze this morning to grab a cup of Joe before heading to the Center Of The Universe park. I’m more of a chai drinker as coffee can be very strong for me resulting in uber-giddiness but I was uber-tired and sprung for the full-out caffeine coffee instead of my usual half-caff. At the coffee condiment counter I leaned to get a stirry-thing [It has a name. I’m sure it does. But my post-coffee-caffeine-induced-crash is clouding my brain] just as someone else reached for the same jar.

Excuse me, I said as I took the stirry-thing.

The thirty-something man in the green parka paused looking at me for a good ten seconds [which, count out a ten-second-silent stare. It’s long] and then responded: It’s fine. I guess. And walked away.

Say What?

It could be argued that green parka-ed individual was also in a similar foggy caffeine-deprived haze and therefore cannot be held responsible for the aforementioned response but it really made me think as my excuse me was not truly a heart-felt request for sincere excusement but more an instinctual response one gives in polite society during moments like this. Instead, he heard my excuse me and then paused to contemplate whether he would in fact, excuse me. It’s not like I accidentally stumbled over his cherished pet koala bear or cut in line with five of my closest friends. We reached for the same jar at the same time. A likely common occurrence in the land of coffee shops and stirry-things and certainly nothing that merited a carefully considered offering of forgiveness but instead a quick response along the lines of It’s all good or No worriesΒ  or oh no! excuse me!

And yes, its entirely possible that this post is not actually a post about excuse-me-etiquette but more a cautionary tale of the moments right before a caffeine-induced giddy high transforms into a total-full-on-caffeine-crash resulting in ramblings posts such as these.

In other words, I’ll be sticking to chai.

10 thoughts on “Coffee. And the etiquette of ‘Excuse Me’”

  1. Susan, afterwards I thought, maybe he got lost in a train of thought– maybe he was autistic– so many possibiltiies, hopefully he wasn't just a jerk though, lol.

    Kate, My husband calls it a stirrer but that sounds akward to say. I'm now going to have to find out exactly what the word is, stir stick sounds right πŸ™‚

    Fruitful, thank you so much, your sweet words made my day πŸ™‚


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