“Anita, coffee!!” was a constant refrain at the coffee shop where Anita had been working for ten years.
“If I didn’t know better,” she told Harvey, a regular, “I’d swear my full name was Anita Coffee.”
“What’s your full name?” he asked.
“Anita Cappuccino,” she replied.
“Knowing it would annoy her, Eunice said, ‘I understand. Every day, it’s the same grind.'”
“Floyd contributed his share, “It may never amount to a hill of beans.”
Suddenly a new customer put some money into the jukebox. Not surprisingly, the song he played was Al Hirt’s “Java.”
It simply wasn’t Anita’s day.
Welcome back yet again to Rochelle’s weekly Friday Fictioneers, wherein this week Jilly Funell supplies the photo prompt.