Halloween has crawled out of the grave for another year.

At a local Starbucks, Freddie doesn’t have to bone up on store policy, customer relations, or how to work the register. He hands out coffee and keeps his mouth shut because he rattles when he talks. This morning his fellow employees have a close hold on their cell phones, and, right now, are as dead to their employer as he is.

What shocks me is the lack of response Freddie gets. A few customers smile when I take his picture and ask him ” what’s going on, Dude? ”

Mostly, these days, people are into their phones, more dead to the world than Freddie.

Trying to communicate with the living dead is a day to day thing most all of us have learned to endure.

The boneyard, I glean from this coffee break, is closer than I’d like to be.

Rubbing elbows with skeletons is not my cup of tea.


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