A grizzled, haggard, wind-breaker-wearing woman pushes past me at the coffee-shop; she yells, "gblxkym" at the girl behind the counter even more incoherently than it looks on paper. The coffee-girl shares my confused expression, to which wind-breaker replies, "I’m going to miss my bus," as if to get her mystery-beverage sooner. I say, "if you’re going to miss your bus, why are you stopping for coffee?" This is greeted by the indignant silence of the interrupted, all grimacing stares and eye-blinks. I continue: "Or, if you miss your bus, at least you have coffee to sip while you wait for the next one." The topper: "It’s win-win!" Wind-breaker yells, "fuck you!" and storms off, the heads of the surrounding patrons turning with her and then over towards me. "Well," I say, "that sure was a funny way of saying ‘thank you.’" There is a smattering of tension-breaking giggles, and I am once again a coffee-shop hero.