So, there’s this coffee shop I go to on Sunday mornings after I drop my wife off at church for choir practice: Grinder’s. I come here to catch up on business billings and any last-minute jobs, as well as get my list for Monday worked out in my head. Unfortunately, I’ve really begun to enjoy watching the people here, as much as the coffee. I’m not getting much done.
Last week, I sat across from a guy who I can only hope was a monk - shaved head, long burgundy robe with a gold sash. Either he was a monk or he was a ninja, but I think ninjas probably have enough self-control to not need an espresso in the morning. Monks, apparently, not so much.
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