One of Omahas best kept secrets for coffee lovers of all kind is the Blue line. This train themed coffee hot spot located right on the corner of good 'ole Dundee, is my clubhouse if you will. It is my retreat, my own personal coffee fort, where I always go on the weekends to order a hazelnut latte and read, or write. The appeal is rooted much deeper than just delicious coffee. The Blue Line has a down home feel to it and is home to many regulars. Its insides are filled with elitist professor types who, by the looks of it, do not own combs and find matching to be a thing of the past. On one of my most recent visits, I was nestled in the corner table, content with a book and my half drunk latte when a large, Armenian gentlemen with a cut off t-shirt came in. I had never seen him before, so I dismissed his presence although I was intrigued by the fact that he was a very hairy gentlemen. In fact, his classy cut off t-shirt was having trouble keeping all the hair in from his back all the way to his front. I wasn't disguted, I was more impressed. He looked mobbish. A gold ring on the pinky, no socks with his shoes and gold chains adorned his neck. He rings the bell on the counter, even though the blue line employee was right there and requests a bicycle pump. What the fuck? He's hairy and he's requesting a bicycle pump.....I immediately put my book down. Acting as if im looking over the menu, I begin to snoop. The skinny employee behin the counter says "a bicycle pump?" He replys "Yes! A bicycle pump!" The woman explains that this is a coffee shop and unfortunately, there are no bicycle pumps, but she tries to draw him in to buy a scone or some freshly baked banana bread. "Look, I need a bicycle pump!" His voice isn't so much raised, but he sounds almost excited. "We really don't have one sir, did your bike tire blow out or something?"
"No, I just stole this kids bike though and the motherfucker had a flat tire!", he laughs and then says "Oh well..."
So, as if on cue, I burst out laughing. This middle aged Armenian man stole a god damn bicycle only to find out that karma bit him in the ass and left him with a flat tire, and now he is in search of a bicycle pump.
People make me laugh.
