It was a typically bright shiny morning at the Frothy Cup Coffee Shop when I moseyed in to start my day off with a cup of Costa Rican light roast.
Tony and Jonas the 2 regulars from the street were in their usual spots near the door. Jonas's brooding eyes followed me round the room as I poured myself a coffee and continued till I plopped down at my usual table.
Kenny the gold digger and antiquer came over to discuss the awkward situation. Awkward, because I had informed the boys of Glenda's and Randy's decision to ban Tony and to have Jonas get a free coffee then he had to move on. His days of camping in the shop were over.
So, Kenny calls the law and 2 officers arrive shortly and escort them outside for a private conversation. The boys complied and left. All was well.
Later that night I ran into Tony at the Safeway and needless to say...although ironically I am saying it...Tony rebuffed my greeting. When I ran into Jonas the following day I got the same treatment.
I don't blame them really. Supposedly, I champion the marginalized, the homeless and all. And, here I'm seen as the Frothy's enforcer.
But, again, the Frothy can't look like a homeless shelter either. And, you could see it in people's eyes that they were scared of the 2.
I cringe at the thought of separating people based on how they look or smell so I don't feel proud at all of what I've done. But, there it is.
I hope after some time elapses the guys will forgive me. But, I'll have to forgive myself too.
BR Schoenbein
December 23, 2015- Wednesday
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