A Mug In The Hand And A Smile On The Face

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This husband of mine…

Loves to go out for breakfast…favorite morning eatery…just down the street…friendly people…amazing food…delicious…coffee…the brew aways delivered in the coffee shop type mug…simple…white…generic…until…the Waffle and Pancake House…threw a curveball…

Ordered coffee as usual…only this time…nothing about it was usual…cuz that steaming mug…shows up…exploding…with color…looked around…booths and tables filled with coffee drinking patrons…each drinking from a mug…with a personality…of its own…

On the weekends when it’s busy…explains the boss…we run out of mugs…so we brought some from home…then patrons started donating some…and now…we have a collection…and so they do…and for some reason…this old gal…is just so tickled…by this whole unexpected conglomeration…

The beauty…of the different colors at the tables…the anticipation of what will my mug look like today…the building of community…as patrons tease with…hey…how come you got the Hawkeye mug and I got…this girlie one…

Well played…oh favorite eatery of ours…going with it…thinking outside the box…putting a mug in the hand…and a smile on the face…and making something as simple as a cup of coffee with breakfast…so unbelievably…fun…
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And this husband of mine…agrees…