Hey you, he says with a smile; white cup betwixt lips, drawing deeply. He continues, I got a project I want you to try; you in?
‘Well’, I start in, shuffling feet in an attempt to buy some time. ‘I’m kinda in the middle of the sixteen others on my plate; what is it?’
You’re gonna love it, he replies, practically giddy. He takes another sip, and breathes:
We call it ‘imagination’, he waves his hands in the shape of a rainbow, to illustrate the “fun” I suppose. A few drops of coffee hit the floor.
I walk away, neither accepting, nor rejecting the offer – like Switzerland; a neutral third party.
Oh, before I forget, could you do one more thing?
“Have a nice day!” he says, finishing the cup.