How Not To Grow Old…

I bumped into a guy at Shoreditch Grind this lunchtime.
While I was sitting alone at the table for four, munching on my toasted croissant, a man in 60s strolled in and ordered flat white. This guy had an air of impatience and groom around him. Once he settled the bill, he threw down a copy of tabloid paper on my table and sat down heavily like a sack of potatoes. The impact of the paper landing on the table was such, I couldn’t help eyeing him with alarm. Shortly afterward his coffee was brought to the table and he received it without a word, completely ignoring the staff then proceeded to open the envelopes he had with him. Watching this man’s behaviour in close proximity, ‘What a miserable man’, I thought. Do people become grumpy and cynical when they grow old? I hope not. I don’t want to be an insensitive and disdainful old person, ever…

The latte at Shoreditch Grind was damn fine as usual. Since I tasted their coffee, I wouldn’t dream of spending my money at the Starbucks next door…

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And my scrumptious toasted croissant…

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I am sure it could tasted even batter if that gloomy guy wasn’t sitting across the table, looking like a bulldog chewing a wasp. Why on earth did he decide to sit here when the table next to ours was empty?

The staffs at the cafe were cheerful and friendly as ever…

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I sincerely hoped their cheerful disposition would rub off on him…

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