I’m at my corner deli when a man pokes his head in the front door. He barely comes into the store. He has a dog with him.
The cashier recognizes him; he’s obviously a regular. “Iced coffee?” she asks.
She intuitively grabs the largest cup she has. “This size?”
He nods in assent. She begins to prepare his drink, helping one gruffly appreciative man to better face his Monday.