I was standing in line at the Dunkin Donuts I go to when at work, in the Cambridge Galleria Mall, waiting to order my medium hazelnut light with three sugars. I usually drink tea at work but on the rare occasion I treat myself to a cup of DD coffee, it?s usually the high point of my time at work, a sad realization. Anyway, I was standing in line, tired, grouchy, annoyed, a little melancholy, looking around at the 10 or 12 people in each line, when I looked up at the top of the metal coffee maker behind the counter and saw a cockroach hanging out. It wasn?t a quick run across the top, ducking cover and looking for a place to hide. It was a leisurely stroll as if he were enjoying a warm spring morning.
While I am not a huge fan of creepy kind of bugs, because there is a difference, lady bugs are cute and I would pick one up without thinking, I also don?t scream like a little girl. At least not when I see a bug that is NOT crawling on my arm because bugs crawling on me negate any male rule of screaming. So I stood there and stared at the cockroach, or as the Spanish like to say, la cucaracha. I was not repulsed, I didn?t immediately leave the line, I didn?t even think to ask for a free cup of coffee or tell the woman standing next to me. I just looked at it, and for a brief second thought I was going to pass out. Not sure if it was because I was tired, or it was really early, or I just walked in from the cold, but I thought I was going down like Pat O?Brien after an all night bender.
I got my coffee, paid in quarters, waved goodbye to the cockroach, and walked back to work.
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