“What can I get you to drink this morning?” She was tall and thin with mid-length hair pulled back tight against her head to form a small pony tail in the back. A few strands pulled free from the bonds of the rubber band to fall across her forehead and threaten her eyes.
“Just a cappuccino please,” I replied. “Oh, and a water. That should do me for this morning.” She disappeared around the corner, leaving me alone with a view of the street beyond my red cloth covered table.
The restaurant, more of a cafe really, was small with a dining room, deck, and a pastry case boasting all sorts of Italian sweets. I gave them a good inspection upon arrival. Tempting as they were, I pushed them from my thoughts, took a seat outside, and scanned the menu.
It offered omelets, among other things, all which sounded quite good, and for a brief moment I entertained the thought of eating. No, had it not been for the bagel before leaving home, I would order. But it was a blueberry bagel, and it was good so I didn’t beat myself up too bad.
“Just a cappuccino,” had been my answer to breakfast.
Perhaps I should have forgone the bagel in favor for a half hour more sleep, but how was I to know the choices that I would have set before me. Given the information at available at the time though, I made what I thought was the best decision.
Looking back, perhaps I was wrong. Ah, the power of hindsight.
