As chronicled in at least one of the entries below, I have on occasion found myself able to gain company at coffee shops, even when such intention was furthest from my mind. And so it was yesterday, when after going to the farmers’ market in Henderson Center, I stopped for some coffee and a muffin at Vellutini’s:
While very pleasant, my companion remained rather silent (perhaps distressed that I, in joining his table, had decided it more appropriate he sit on a chair rather than the table-top). I did my best to inquire of others if they perchance were acquainted with him, however, no one seemed to be, or at least would not claim such acquaintance publicly. Certainly those passing by seemed to take great shock at my free and open association with such a character. Yet as all the children who came by seemed delighted at his appearance, I chalk such apprehension up to the frequent narrow-mindedness of unfortunately unimaginative adults.
I had hoped to be able to leave my friend with the assurance that, despite his apparent lack of material possession, he would be provided for upon my absence, or at least that he had some suitable lodging to which he could return. Alas, he would hear nothing of my entreaties, be they even after his own well being, to divulge his plans beyond his time at the bakery. I was forced at last to take leave myself, with only the vague hope that perhaps some friend would come to retrieve him, or that some child, much less polite than I, would have nothing of his refusals and drag him promptly along home.
