desultory (no more)

There’s a desultory air about an Earl Grey tea, taken in a café hurriedly being readied for closing-time.  Even when such a time is almost two hours away.

And the air is even more desultory as the tea is dispatched with a lack of respect, almost as if to say: “We primarily serve coffee, a real drink.  And dishwater for those who must.”

Yet I know the value of the drink I have asked for, and no longer demand the validation of another.

Desultory, once.  And maybe it was thus. 

Desultory, now.  No longer.

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