Sunday, July 27, 2003

Faux pas: "a breach of etiquette or of social convention; bungle, misstep, howler"

Coupla days ago I ran across an old coffee traveling cup in my cupboard. I had forgotten I had bought it when I first moved into the neighborhood. It's from my regular coffeeshop, Cup-A-Joe, around the corner. If I take it and use it I only have to pay the refill price. Since I've been unemployed, I drink coffee there everyday. And I think to myself that I should be using the cup. Great idea.

This morning I wake up early, very early, and decide to go out and read the paper at the coffeeshop. I decide to take my cup. Problem is the coffeeshop is late opening (opens at 7am and it was 7:15am). So I decide to head down the block to a different coffeeshop. Obviously, I am carrying around a coffee cup from their rival's store, but I think it's not too big a deal. So now I'm at Bianca's Coffeehouse.

Little later in the morning, as I'm reading the paper, my new friend Ellen (different Ellen than the one I mentioned the other day) shows up. Uh oh. I remember that Ellen is dating Bianca--- the, um, owner of Bianca's! Uh oh. I'm sitting at their coffeeshop with my Cup-A-Joe coffee cup and there's nothing I can do.

Ellen's asked me to come over to Bianca's before on the weekends and have coffee with them since she realized I lived in the neighborhood. I've told Ellen before that I usually go to Cup-A-Joe cuz it's right around the corner from me, but I've been telling her I should come down to their coffeeshop more often. Now I run into her. And then Bianca shows up. And then more of their friends come by and they end up having morning breakfast and coffee right next to me. All the while I have a rival's coffee cup on my table. Ugh. They don't mention it, but I know the notice it. Ugh. And I like them too. They're way cool people and they're Gay, unlike the people at Cup-A-Joe. I feel like a traitor--- a terrible, terrible traitor. The one day I've even taken the cup out of my cupboard and all this happens. Ugh. Not a good thing. This is one more reason why I should never clean my house.

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