A Regular

After vacation I walked in my favorite local cafe. I said hello to the server as we made eye contact, "Peace be upon you."

"And upon you peace."

He headed to the counter, his tray full with dirty glasses and cups. I sat down and pulled out The Economist.

A minute or so later I saw him approaching out of the corner of my eye. I lifted my head to order, "Half..."

He laid down a half and half. "To your health."

"God give you health."

He turned and walked away.

I smiled and began to sip my coffee.