Eye caramba

The coffee guy at Fairway with the wonky eye just waited on me (“a pound of the Yirgacheffe, whole bean is great, please”) and I pretended, as always, not to be bothered by the wonky eye or to even notice it. Indeed, I felt like I overcompensated for my pretense by smiling at him a little more than his level of service warranted and by looking him straight in the wonky eye, which is kind of hard to do given that it’s semi-sealed shut and I have no idea which way it’s looking, if indeed it’s looking anywhere at all.