Daily story, August 2, 2025

One of my pound coins turned out to be two euro, so I couldn’t get on the bus, but the little café at the corner accepts euros so I got an espresso while I thought about the job interview I was missing. I was almost certainly coming out ahead: two hours and half a bus fare saved, and if I’d gone I would only have got the job. It was the grumpier of this sisters at the counter that morning, and I asked her if they needed any help. She laughed in my face, and gave me a free cantuccio.