Random Word Story #24- The Coffee Shop Caper

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Here’s my story from random words.


It appeared that the bloody sandals were all that remained of the unknown victim. The grizzly discovery was near the dumpster of the Dunkin’ Doughnuts that occupied the corner opposite the new Starbucks. It was 7:45 am so crowd control was a nightmare. The police officers had been stopping on their usual rounds of the coffee shops. A stereotypical event for sure.

There had been a wave of panic in the small city after it had been shaken to the core with two murders in two days. Officer O’Malley (yes stereotypical) barricaded the area with his 260 pound , mostly muscular, body.  He waved at civilians, some in pajamas, and shouted for them to keep their distance. There was great power in his baritone voice.

“This is a crime scene folks! Stay back!”

In the meantime, the workings of the coffee shop continued unabated. Even the screams of the elderly bag lady who discovered the shoes had not risen above the din of fans and pans in the bake shop. So when Maurice swung open the back door with an armful of junk, he visibly jumped from the start that the scene gave him.

Officer O’Malley appeared beside him.

“Maurice, you’ll have to stand back inside. We have detectives about to arrive. ” He pointed to the ground a few feet away. The sandals had already begun drawing flies. They were sticking to the coagulating redness.

Maurice pressed on. He had work to do. They danced from left to right until Maurice took an opportunity to dip beneath a bulky arm.

After depositing the junk in the dumpster he scooped up the sandals. He raised them to his nose as a collective gasp and one wretch of nausea came from spectators.

“Yup, strawberry.”

He tossed the sandals back to the ground and re-entered the shop abruptly slamming the door behind him.

A taxi blaring an impatient horn was the only sound for miles. Then pockets of snickering ending with a back slapping roar as the misunderstanding became clear.

About 20 minutes passed before O’Malley, still red-faced, sauntered to the counter on the inside. Maurice shouted, “The usual 3 strawberry cremes and a decaf?”

The officer looked at his shoes as he whispered,” Make it a croissant today, will ya?”

I don’t like doughnuts…

I find it very interesting how varied our tastes are.

Individuals brought up on the same menu have as wide a variety of tastes as anyone.


There are some genetic components. Science has isolated quirky taste bits, such as, the drinking of orange juice after just brushing one’s teeth. Some find it “yucky”, others ask, “What’s up with that?” no difference.

Ah, Mother Nature has strange ways. Our bodies are such beautiful machines. Human’s don’t listen to their bodies as often as we should.

An example:

I love spinach. While expecting my first child, I could not understand why it repulsed me. Spinach is an awesome source of so many nutrients. Then, I read an article that warned about spinach having a chemical that, in large quantities, was not good for fetuses. My body knew…I realized that I had better start listening.

We can all imagine our “sweet tooth” is supposed to direct us toward fruit. In the modern world, sweet can be satisfied in many ways. I wonder why I don’t like doughnuts?

Not only does our body “Know” best, it remembers clues from things we have eaten. Once I ate more than my fill of Toll House cookies. I was about 6 and the illness I felt has made me avoid chocolate chip cookies all my life.

Obviously, our bodies educate themselves. Cave people needed to sample things to learn the “good” from “bad” food. Our bodies tell us what is good for us, if we listen. Even some vegetables that are scientifically “good” can turn people off. I just love raw carrots. When they are cooked, I taste a bitterness that is unpleasant. My daughter feels the same. It probably is not worth a national scientific study, but my body tells me that cooked carrots are not good for me and I listen. (I will eat them in a soup or stew but I refuse to enjoy them any other way.)

What ever clues our bodies have collected  are remembered. We may have had the flu and felt sick with something that did not deserve to be categorized, but, our bodies don’t care. Sick is bad.

This is why our tastes are so varied. At least, that’s why I believe they are.

I’ll accept a million dollar grant to research it …send your pennies 🙂