i drove around Ballard for about a half hour running errands – until my headache over took my ability to drive. so i stopped into this lovely little tiny coffee shop:
the lovely lady behind the counter struck up a conversation by asking my why i needed to be so caffeinated – my response was simply, “i have a horrible headache.”
we started chatting about what i was up to – why i moved here – what my boyfriend was doing – what i left behind. she was utterly encouraging – saying “your boyfriend is working at one of the best restaurants in the city” and “if you want a job, i’m sure the owner would love you” and “whatever you do in Seattle, i’m sure you will be successful.”
i don’t know if she was crazy, or wanted a big tip – but i will accept any little bit of positive feedback. that headache was getting me down.
culinary mercenary 