I Guess I’m Fine
EVERY MORNING, RAIN OR SHINE, winter or summer, when I go out for my morning coffee at St. Arbucks, the Barista asks me, “How are you today?” I usually reply with a perfunctory, “Fine,” then slouch away to find a corner to huddle in. There has to be a better way to start my initial human interactions each day.
Maybe I should answer the Barista’s question with something other than just that plain old white bread, “Fine.”
Let me think. Hmmmm…?