Veterans Day

I’m getting coffee for my coworker for Veterans Day, and one for the kid to be polite, because I’m probably getting myself one, and there’s really the three of us working closely right now.

I don’t know what to do for my other veteran. I only see him sporadically.

I’m not allowed upstairs.

I’m kidding…I think.

Even if I went up there, I wouldn’t know where to go. People would probably look at me suspiciously. I wouldn’t want to interrupt any meetings or take up his time.

People from up there come down to the production floor plenty. But I don’t think it works both ways.

I would feel out of my element. I would probably be blushy and uncomfortable.

I’m not trying to be selfish or make this about me. This is the face of anxiety. Really little events that seem insignificant to other people can send me into a tailspin.

So I don’t know.

Maybe I could get someone to deliver it. Maybe I could bribe that person with another coffee.

I’m gonna be buying a lot of coffee.

That’s okay. It’s a tiny gesture for a huge service. You’d think anyone would be happy to help me, wouldn’t you?

You’d think.

I will figure out something.

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