Coffee House Cold War

In case you missed it when it was originally posted–A REBLOG FROM EARLIER IN THE YEAR.

Covert glances around newspaper pages…steely-eyed, angry men wearing muted shades of gray…silent, unsaid threats of catastrophic damage were ever-present…thinly-veiled scorn and contempt for the other side, constantly seeking for ways to outmaneuver the enemy for the upper hand. It was a time of fear where the lives of innocent were at risk and there was a sense of foreboding that no one could escape.

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What am I describing? Could it be a sceneĀ in Russia? North Korea? Perhaps this story is set in East Berlin before the fall of the wall? No, this is simply the weekly scene that occurred at my local coffee shop, and it was war. Continue reading

Why Choose Crabiness?

Have you ever been around people who seem to work to find reasons to be unhappy? You know what I mean. When you make positive comments around them they’ll typically just scowl and refuse to respond? Or if they do respond it’s generally some sort of unintelligible grunt or painful-sounding moan accompanied by a pitiful look that’s designed to try to gin-up sympathy– a facial protest that says “But I WANT to be less-than-happy, I kinda’ like it!” Continue reading