Tiramisu And The Little Monster


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As the little monster thrust the pen & receipt in my direction he barked “Sign it.”

Someone needs a nap, I thought.  And no, I did not tip him.

I planted myself outdoors to write and after forty-five minutes of chicken scratching, I spotted the little monster headed towards my table with tiramisu, as he walked away he said enjoy.

I’m not a tiramisu fan, but I’m sure the homeless guy on the corner liked it a lot.

Lesson:  Never judge a little monster by his bedside manner.