There’s this guy he’s got this collection of paper coffee cups. He’s stalking to and fro in front of Waterfront Station. Through the window, he’s changes cups every so often, fast jagged movements, aggressive ask of passing pedestrians.
I wonder if it’s a luck thing? A&W, Tim Horton’s, Second Cup… a method to it? Maybe the brand of the cup is chosen in function of the pedestrian? Some kind of subliminal caffeine association that goes deeper than we think? That guy with the sharp haircut and the newspaper… definitely a Timmy’s?
People are moving fast here, and since stepping off the airplane I subconsciously feel myself slowing down, grumbling in an affected hick accent because… well because the woman in the booth behind me is trying to customize her tofu sushi order, and why should that bother me?
The cups haven’t moved, the guy’s moved on I guess. Maybe I was wrong with my theory.
He’s out there, though, as I’m leaving, and he’s telling someone to have a good day.