Customer Forced Me To Clean His Spilled Coffee Until He Was On His Knees Apologizing

a stack of past due bills sat spread across the kitchen table like a warning I hadn’t wanted to read that week.

“I can’t do this anymore,” he said.

“What are you talking about?” I asked, though some old, tired part of me already knew.

“This life,” he said, and that was the sentence he chose to end eight years of marriage with, two words tossed off like continue reading …