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“Here you are sir. One coffee, two milk, no sugar.”
When I was a child I never understood how the Butterfly Effect supposedly worked. The stupid idea that a stupid butterfly flapping its stupid wings in America could somehow cause a hurricane in another part of the world via a chain reaction of events. It sounded just that, stupid.
Now, the waitress will go to the walk-in fridge to get a fresh pitcher of milk. While there, she’ll wonder why I didn’t order it with sugar after casually mentioning I had a sweet tooth, and while she’s distracted she’ll slip on the patch of ice in there and drop the pitcher.
Right on schedule. Now, I can hear the manager going in to check on what broke. While he’s headed there, the line cook will stop to gaze longingly at him as he walks by, because she’s had a crush on him since twelfth grade. Twelfth grade, when