by Jeremy-Joseph Rosen

Jeremy-Joseph Rosen is an author, ingenue, rabble-rouser and roust-a-bout.

Scooter’s first memory of Friday was being in the Kalisotta Koffee Klatch. He had picked up a huge coffee, black, and proceeded to talk to the register girl. She was pretty, intelligent and coquettishly flipped her long black hair every time he was there. As Scooter had just woken up, the conversation consisted entirely of an inarticulate moan and, if he was remembering correctly, a tiny amount of drool.

This was the entirety of every interaction Scooter and the Register Girl had ever had. She seemed to take in Scooter’s befuddled responses with the clinical posture of a doctor and the bemused twinkle of a flirt.

He never could quite get the hang of talking to the register girl, perhaps because didn’t even know her name. Talking about her involved a lot of references to “Register Girl” or “that chick at the KKK.” This last often confused people. Continue reading →