Caffeine Addict
As I walked back toward my apartment this evening and rounded the corner onto my street, a sort of roughly-dressed guy appeared out of a doorway and started side-stepping toward me as he walked.
He glanced around suspiciously, and then spoke quietly.
Dealer Dude: Hey man.
Matt: . . .
Dealer Dude: Hey.
Matt: . . .
Dealer Dude: You wanna buy. . . .
Matt: [waving him away] No, thanks.
Dealer Dude: . . . some Starbucks coffee?
Matt: What?!?
Dealer Dude: [Pulls a plastic bag out of his jacket in which appear to be two one pound packages of Starbucks ground coffee.] Come on. Only five bucks each. You interested?
Matt: Uh, no thanks. Thanks anyway.
He glanced around suspiciously, and then spoke quietly.
Dealer Dude: Hey man.
Matt: . . .
Dealer Dude: Hey.
Matt: . . .
Dealer Dude: You wanna buy. . . .
Matt: [waving him away] No, thanks.
Dealer Dude: . . . some Starbucks coffee?
Matt: What?!?
Dealer Dude: [Pulls a plastic bag out of his jacket in which appear to be two one pound packages of Starbucks ground coffee.] Come on. Only five bucks each. You interested?
Matt: Uh, no thanks. Thanks anyway.