“I dunno, man. Its like I do the same things, day after day. I go to the same places, drink the same lousy coffee, and nothing ever changes. I’m caught in a rut,” lamented Kevin.
Eric responded by reaching across the table and punching Kevin in the face, knocking Kevin back in his chair. Kevin caught himself, then retaliated with a right cross against Eric’s jaw. The coffee in Eric’s hand splashed over three tables, soaking several coffee house patrons. Eric rolled on the ground laughing. Kevin couldn’t believe he’d think this was so funny.
“What did you do that for?” demanded Kevin.
Before Eric could respond, the manager of the coffee shop rushed over. “If you two have a problem, take it outside,” he warned.
A woman three tables over wiped herself off as her friend made a call on her cell phone. “I’m calling the police,” she said.
Since the coffee shop was a local favorite, the police response was virtually instantaneous. Before he could process what was happening, Kevin was in handcuffs, leaning against a police car. He spotted Eric in a similar position a few cars over.
“At least its not routine, eh?” said Eric.
Kevin yelled back, “I was just trying tell you I was getting a puppy.”