"The opposite of love is not hate but indifference."
Three hours after leaving Ithaca, my bus stops @ a rest stop in Chenango, New York. I walk in for a soda.
A 25+ year-old in T-shirt and khakis fiddles with the vending machine. I notice he has put 25 cents in. He turns to me and asks, "Do you know how to work these things?"
I veil my slight disdain with a blase shrug: "As well as you." Help someone place coins into a vending machine? Maybe not today. By not today, like never.
"Huh." Fed this statement, he suddenly walks away.
Without blinking, I step forward and include his 25 cents in my Cherry Coke purchase. The first swig hits strong.
Later on the bus, I wonder whether the tingly sensation around my temples are horns sprouting from my head. Nah, probably just caffeine buzz.
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