Flipping coins
New Organization Method
This is an observation from a long long time ago. Ok not that long ago.
Today in Starbucks there was a young homeless man sitting behind me in one of the big comfy green chairs. He had a pile of coins, a crooked cigarette, and an empty thermos mug infront of him. He began to organize his coins. Not by value, or size like I always do, but by whether they landed heads or tails when he flipped them. It’s funny how it really isn’t that different than how I organize them, infact I think it would be nice if more things were organized by chance. Imagine a whole store organized by some random act. Nevermind colour, size, or genre. Once his coins were organized he lined up to get another drink. He handed over his Tim Hortons travel mug, lined with a milky foam left over from his last drink. When the Barrista started to clean it before filling it with the newly ordered drink the man began to yell. Don’t clean it! Foolish Barrista. He proceeded outside to smoke his crooked cigarette and drink his $4.28 espresso bassed steamed milk beverage. He left all his belongings beside the green chair. I guess he’s not going anywhere soon. I don’t blame him, those big green chairs are comfy.
This is an observation from a long long time ago. Ok not that long ago.
Today in Starbucks there was a young homeless man sitting behind me in one of the big comfy green chairs. He had a pile of coins, a crooked cigarette, and an empty thermos mug infront of him. He began to organize his coins. Not by value, or size like I always do, but by whether they landed heads or tails when he flipped them. It’s funny how it really isn’t that different than how I organize them, infact I think it would be nice if more things were organized by chance. Imagine a whole store organized by some random act. Nevermind colour, size, or genre. Once his coins were organized he lined up to get another drink. He handed over his Tim Hortons travel mug, lined with a milky foam left over from his last drink. When the Barrista started to clean it before filling it with the newly ordered drink the man began to yell. Don’t clean it! Foolish Barrista. He proceeded outside to smoke his crooked cigarette and drink his $4.28 espresso bassed steamed milk beverage. He left all his belongings beside the green chair. I guess he’s not going anywhere soon. I don’t blame him, those big green chairs are comfy.
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