Da Da Da

"Oh! i can tell you what this song means!" R tells me enthusiastically as we field customers' requests and try to keep up a conversation interspersed between yells of "medium latte and medium mediums."

"yeah what does it mean?"

"um.. wait"

"ah, yes it means 'i don't love you, you don't love me, aha aha aha' "

"that's it??"

"that's it"

"... yeah i kinda like that actually. simple."

i've taken on too many shifts at work this week. but at the same time, i've had conversations with people who i usually just yell orders at and vice versa. so while i've sworn to "just say no!" (it's like drugs i tell you, people and favours), i'm glad for the random conversations, for the teasing and lying (mostly from one individual who's like the original prankster or something), for strange music and singing and dancing in the coffee place during the slow moments when customers aren't looking.

Ich lieb' dich nicht,
du liebst mich nicht,
aha aha aha

that works for now i think, no frills relationships.