morning coffee

I went to Tim Hortons
for my Iced coffee this morning.
There was a line.

There’s this freakish couple at the counter.
I’m assuming it was husband and wife..
The guy had thick glasses, thick unkempt beard, mustache, bad hair
wearing brown cords and tan walking sneakers. Yeah, he was hot.
Then we have the “wife” frizzy hair, dim-witted expression, dirty stained red coat.

So the guy is standing there, just staring at the donuts as if this decision is the biggest decision of his life.

I think to myself.
JUST PICK A FUCKING DONUT!!! JUST PICK ONE!!! DO YOU WANT ME TO PICK IT FOR YOU???
LEMON!!! NOW MOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!

The wife is walking back an forth looking up at the menu.

I take my two dollars out of my pocket
Because I’m “Ready to Order” A Quarter falls out of my pocket in the process.

It makes that clangy change falling on the floor sound.

Apparently this sound awoke dirty red coat out of
her menu induced coma
She turns and heads straight for the quarter.

I think for a split second .. well maybe she's going to hand it to me.

WRONG

Dirty red coat picks up MY Quarter and then begins to place MY quarter into HER dirty red change purse

SHE STOLE MY QUARTER

I PANIC...no way... that’s MY QUARTER that I need to BUY MY COFFEE that costs $2.05

I look at her and say... “I think that’s umm...”

She looks at me and says
“OH is that yours?? I drop change all the time.”

Why am I not surprised that she drops change all the time.