The Booth in the Corner
*) it's been forever and a day since I wrote anything. I used my 'story ideas' book to suggest a fictional topic. Weird to write fiction after a bit of time off. It said I needed to write about "the Booth in the Corner." Needs a window behind it... Clark had hated it when the state went totally nonsmoking. His own personal experience had been that smokers had tipped better than anyone ever before and since. He was not a smoker himself, but his parents were. He filled his time outside of the coffeehouse with writing and the gym-so the smoke was only temporary until something better came along. Besides, he felt it was another intrustion of the world at large into the private lives of its citizens. He heard the arguments, and he eventually, reluctantly agreed that carbon monoxide was killing others. But that did not change the fact that he was making less money. His justification? He was going to die anyways. Might as well use the extra cash. Clark dreame...