Nothing Bad Happens To A Writer

Today’s my coffee shop day.

Usually, I work in my apartment.

But every now and then I need a change of scenery.

As I was walking to the tram stop, the number five tram was approaching.

I had a flashback from last week where I just missed the tram by a few seconds and had to wait another ten minutes for the next one.

So I ran and caught it!

Too bad it was the wrong tram.

Oh well. It goes to my old neighborhood. I can get off there and walk through the very cool Zizkov tunnel to get to my coffee shop.

As I was walking toward the tunnel, reliving old memories, I spotted a woman walking toward me.

Or rather, she spotted me.

She made eye contact and smiled.

“She doesn’t look homeless,” I thought. “Maybe she needs directions. Or wants to sell me insurance.”

And then she said my name. And then she asked, “Do you remember me?”

There’s only one correct answer to that question.

“Of course!”

Maybe she was my student ten years ago, or maybe twenty years ago.

Maybe she worked in an office or maybe she came to the language school.

I don’t remember.

But it was good to catch up.

She lives down the street… She’s married… Has two kids.

And her English is fantastic!