dickless_wonder Effingham Fish A man came into my store last night and bought coffee. Not exactly noteworthy, but he mentioned, under his breath and most likely to himself, that he wasn't supposed to be drinking coffee, and so I asked him why. The doctor said so, he told me, and I repeated my earlier query. "Well," he said, "I've got a cancer, and I guess it don't like the caffeine, or somethin'." I tried to reason with him that if he's got cancer and shouldn't drink coffee, well, then, maybe he shouldn't drink coffee, but he began muttering something to the effect of "Ain't supposed to eat beef, neither" and I realized he wasn't really listening to me. So, I just sighed, handed him his change and sent him on his way. My body moved on to other tasks, while my mind followed a step behind, berating me: "If you had any guts at all, you'd've given him his dollar back, taken the coffee and refused to sell him any. Sure, he'd've been mad, sure, he might've even called the manager, and he definitely would've just gone somewhere else and gotten coffee there, BUT IT WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN YOU WHO SOLD IT TO HIM." But, I haven't any guts at all, which is why I work the midnight shift at a convienience store, mopping floors and selling coffee to cancer patients. 011203 ... ClairE Me. 011203 what's it to you? who go blather from