An Unlikely Tale of Romance
The miraculous tale of a bedraggled ex-barista saved by a taxi roof.
You may remember a time of iPhone alarms and rush hours, when puffy-eyed people would throw on office wear and run or clack-clack out front doors. When, outside, the roads honked and fumed, and hundreds of thousands of takeaway coffee cups did their city dance.
On the whole, an unlikely place to find hope and love, but there it was indeed found.
In those days the shells of takeaway lattesandcappuccinosandflatwhitesandlongblacksandmochasandhalf-strengthalmonds were cradled for warmth and then thrown in garbage bins, or sometimes even a recycling bin or a composting bin, or saved up for making massive cubby houses.
Hundreds more of these cups slid slowly along car roofs, or toppled off in stop-start traffic. They split and splashed onto bitumen among wheels and pigeons.
One, perhaps just one cup, once a month, would stay upright atop its vehicle roof. That cup, victorious among the jerks and halts of New York traffic, was a symbol of the miraculous.
And so it was that a Favoured Being emerged from her taxi outside her place of work. “Just wait a minute, please!” she told the driver. In desperate hope, she glanced at the taxi roof where she knew she had left her flat white.
Suddenly she believed in God.
And a man who had followed the taxi on foot as though his life depended on it, suddenly believed in true love.
“Wait!” He called after the woman, who was now posing for a selfie with the taxi driver and the miracle coffee.
“You’ve no idea how I felt when I watched your coffee stay upright this morning,” the man panted as he crossed the carpark.
You see, the bedraggled man had once been a barista. Two weeks had passed since he’d left his café job, where unfortunately the coffee machine had faced the road outside. His artist’s soul had despaired as he’d watched carefully crafted coffees fall off car roofs all day.
He told all this to the woman.
“So you see, you’ve given me hope.” The man didn’t admit it, but it was a hope for miracles that he now had, a hope for a future where the laws of physics sometimes spared forgotten coffees.
A future the man wanted.
Then the future happened, and no coffee cups fell off car roofs for a while. But the woman and the man had each other — on Zoom, at least.