We had brunch this morning at our favorite neighborhood diner, Han’s Coffee Shop on Sutter. We’re so lucky to live so close. It’s bare bones, family-operated, always bustling with people on the weekends. Corned beef hash, eggs, hash browns, and toast for $5.50. Can’t beat it! Damn good.
A conversation I overheard made it even better. I was cracking up sitting next to two guy friends at the counter.
Friend 1: She starts picking up all her shit and throwing it into a plastic bag.
Friend 2: No, are you serious man?
Friend 1: Then she’s all, “Is this really happening? I can’t believe this is happening.” So I said, “What do you want me to say. You’re packing all your stuff into a plastic bag.”
Friend 2: Awww, no. Did you fall into her trap? Don’t tell me you fell for her shit.