Twelve Angry Glen and the Kindness that Kills

Once again not sure whether to take this as lovely or devastating, but I appear to have advanced yet another rung up the ladder toward permanent fixture at the coffee shop near the courthouse where I've been interred--er, doing my civic duty--in the jury box since...no, I can't write it. A while. Let's leave it at that.



But today, the lovely ladies behind the counter didn't just have my usual coffee waiting for me when I reached the front of the line. They waved me past the line entirely. "Oh, no, Hon, you just come on up, we've got you..."