I am not a big fan of writing in coffee shops, but sometimes it’s good to get out of the house and to mingle with people who talk about their feelings very loudly in public places. This is the true story of my trip to a coffee shop in Studio City, where I witnessed something wonderful–a very fat man ordering a very disgusting sandwich. But it was more than that. People always ask me if the “Heavy Mayo” story is true. The answer is yes. Every word of it. I wrote it down as it happened and then wrote this immediately. Sometimes an unforgettable stranger will enter your life for a few minutes. He will make you see the world a little differently. This was one of those times.
Read it at Hypervocal.