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Sometimes, you don't have to say anything at all. And to be honest
with you, saying nothing at all is one of my favorite things to do.

Every day, halfway through my shift, I take my hour-long lunch break.
Every day, halfway through my shift, I walk my happy ass outside to
smoke one cigarette, then on up to the Big Apple Deli. The staff
knows me there.

Every day, halfway through my shift, the waitresses smile, and say
"hello." They show me a seat, they pour me a Diet Pepsi.

By now, I know the menu, so most days I know what I want. I order, I
eat, I walk outside to smoke one more cigarette, and I go back to work.

Today, though. Well, today? Today, I walked into the deli, I sat
down, and my drink was on the table. Today I sat sipping Diet Pepsi
for twenty minutes. Today, I didn't eat lunch. Today, I smoked three
cigarettes on my hour-long lunch break.

After twenty minutes just sitting at the table sipping soda, I stood
up. I put two dollars on the table to cover the drink, and walked out.

The hostess said "have a good day!" as I strolled past her podium.
Wearing my earphones, listening to some live Todd Snider song on my
iPhone, I could pretend I didn't hear her.

Sometimes, you don't have to say anything at all.

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