Every morning I stop by a small cafe in the financial district of San Francisco. I like it there, as they serve organic coffee, and the staff makes it a point to remember which one I like; always a sign of a great cafe to me. Usually, I just pick up my large, organic sumatra and walk out the door, headphones on, listening to music on my walk in from work. Today, however, I didn't have my headphones. Today I ordered a bagel with my coffee, so I had some time to kill. And that's when he came in, the revelation, that is.
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