BBC
Getting chilly for t-shirts, but the cold never bothered me, anyway.
Fun encounter with the fairer sex this morning. Went outside my apartment to the Farmer's Market that usually serves only to deprive me of parking on Friday night. Browsed a little, then to the java stand. The pretty twenty-something compliments my "Frozen" shirt with a giggle and asks what I'd like.
"Well ... I've been craving a BBC. A big--"
[beat, anxiety on her face]
"black ..."
[beat, eyes widen]
"... coffee."
She laughs. Funny she knew the acronym-- maybe she's on Craigslist.
Anyway, she pours, I explain I've been wanting to use it for a while. "Well, not use a BBC, but the joke." "You're BAAAAD."
She mentions the shirt again, I say, "Yeah, I watch it a lot with the girls. I mean, I don't watch BBC with them-- er, well, I do" "You're BAD this morning!" "I mean the British Broadcasting Corp."
She finishes pouring, but my cup runneth over. I helpfully interject, "BBC ain't fitting in there, is it?"
She laughs again.
We smile, we part and I walk home in the cold September rain.