Bye Nana's Treats

Because of the economic monster that's struck, this morning I had to help my company move out of our office space.

le sigh.

Of course, since my life is often lived in accordance to cinematic ideologies, it was pouring this morning and our tiny team was suddenly displaced. But what's worse than being displaced is knowing that I would be far from Nana.

Not my Nana (typically I wouldn't have called my Nana-like figure "Nana" anyway), but Nana who created Nana's Treats just across the street from our office. Sure, their medium coffee was 75 cents more expensive than La Petite Abeille right next door, but you're always willing to pay that price for a little hole in the wall (or in this case basement in the sidewalk).

Often I've frequented Nana's in the afternoon and chatted up with Mark. Mark: the middle aged man who was working to help his sister (AKA "Nana"!).

Mark was really nice to me, and since the summer started and I'd go almost daily, he'd give me treats. Not just any treats: free treats.

He and I, well, we became friends, I'd say. Friends in the type that when I came in, he'd say, "Hey!" and we'd chat about life. I'd get my coffee and then he'd say, "Here, take this bag of bagels" or "How about a cookie, or two, or four?"

Aww, Mark...aw shucks. You make me blush. I'm not even hungry, but I'll eat them anyway.

Sure it was awkward sometimes when other people were shoved in this small square of a space, but, I still went. I paid those extra 75 cents (and in exchange I oftentimes was given a large instead of a medium), and I achieved a New York dream: I went somewhere often enough that the people who work there expect, adore, love, and greet me happily.

This is something you (I) dream of achieving!

Well, then we were displaced and I couldn't even tell him about it. Because I didn't know we were leaving until the morning we left. What pains me is that on Wednesday I said to him, "I'll be here tomorrow!" and he said "looking forward to it."

UGH! The agony. You can't imagine the agony I feel.

The relationship I had so carefully cultivated through the past year has suddenly crumbled right before my eyes. My heart can barely take it (even though my stomach is probably thanking me).

Here's looking at you, Nana...the best I've ever had.


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