‘The Tip Jar Was Snatched at O Cafe. O!’ by Nancy Weber The Society October 28, 2014 Humor, News of Note, Poetry The tip jar was snatched at O Cafe. O! “Somebody just picked it up,” mused the guy at the register. I’d stopped in to buy six ounces of beans, fresh sweet espresso, number two grind. The young baristas know their stuff. They’re very warm–no snark. So why did you make off with their hard-earned tips? I want to ransom that jar. (My phone below.) You think it’s easy drawing hearts in foam, standing for hours, while customers flirt, check their email, and make themselves at home? The tips say thank you. Imagine the hurt. I’m sorry you need food or drugs or thrills. I’ll pay double if you’ll return O’s bills. Bio: Underground Voices will publish my experimental novel, “Ad Parnassum,” along with two stories, in December. Ink on paper! It’s my 23d book–and took 41 years to make it into print. Featured Image: “O Cafe NYC” by Jeremy Fountain Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.