At Starbucks, I was doing what I do (namely, staring inappropriately at others), when I was interrupted by a barista offering samples of some breakfast sandwich. I passed (eggs, yuck) but watched as she offered mini-sandwiches to everyone else. One guy, sitting across the store, raised his arms when she came by. Both were prosthetics with hooks. She put one down for him instead of having him grab it, as the others did. I was curious about how he would eat it, so I tried to discreetly watch. The effort it took to get that sandwich out of the small paper cup literally (literally!) made me tear up.

WTF? (Or as I might say to those who know, what the hump mutter mutter?)

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