That Crazy Lady at the Deli

When Fingers and I go to the deli for coffee in the morning we are typically smoking cigarettes. Being hopelessly addicted to nicotine, the idea of putting them out before they're done is anathema. So we stand outside, wave to the women working the counter and they begin preparing our coffee.

Today Fingers went in to order a sandwich and while I stood there alone, just outside door, the chatterer waved my coffee towards me and shouted, "Hey, Mr China, come get your coffee!"