My name is Brad. I am a writer, I am awkward in social situations, and I spend a lot of time in coffee shops trying to escape all of the terribly distracting things I find at home (video games, movies, tv, cats, comics, vitamin water, robots, etc.). I rotate amongst local coffee shops throughout the week so that no single location becomes too familiar with my presence. Spending any appreciable amount of time in one place is bound to make you privy to the occasional odd situation, but I have come to believe that coffee shops are breeding grounds for weird. The following is my account of the wonderfully weird and horribly awkward situations I have encountered.

I Live My Life Trying To Avoid Situations Like This.

While getting my change from the Barista, my dollar accidentally dropped into the tip jar. There was an awkward exchange of glances. Though no words were spoken, the eye-conversation went like this…

Barista Eyes: “Should I leave it in there?”
Brad Eyes: “I’d rather have it back.”
Barista Eyes: “I can’t read your eyes very well. Do you have a soul?”
Brad Eyes: “Can I have my dollar now?”

She slowly removed the dollar from the jar. I wasn’t getting my hand anywhere near that jar. She handed it back and promptly left.

The ironic bit is that had she not been so clumsy to drop my dollar, she’d probably have deserved a dollar tip.

Just kidding. But I probably would have left it if she was hot. But she wasn’t.

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1. admin September 4, 2009 3:52 am

   To whomever tried to comment on this that I was a dick, I apologize for not approving your comment. I’m not trying to censor people from calling me a dick, it was just the fact that you used my last name. Sorry. If you want to re-comment that I’m a dick and leave my last name out of it, be my guest.

2. Gingy January 20, 2011 6:29 am

   It’s your perogative to leave a tip or not. that doesn’t translate into being a dick.