I didn’t get into the back-up café until 12:11hrs. Flarer gave me a little polite bow as he walked past the table where I set up. I first-named him in return. Meantime, Bizarro World Me was at his usual position right at the back of this deep café, looking all the happier for having his table. I think, pro-rata, he’s more frugal in here than I was during my peak toilet-table coffee years in THE café. This guy just looks tight, if that’s a thing.
Though the café wasn’t full, the counter was busy as I arrived, so I didn’t go through the formality of placing my usual order there when I came in. They always say “Your usual?” anyway, so I retreated to my table, not all that confident that my ‘usual’ would arrive.