The Train of Thought Problem – By Luigi A. Juarez
Short Stories Of The Week / December 10, 2010

That coffee, that damn coffee! If he spills a DROP of that on me, I swear… I have a big presentation to give to the faculty this morning, I’m squished between everyone else in the middle of this train, and with my luck this punk kid is going to spill hot coffee all over me. I just bought this blouse, too. 3.1 Phillip Lim collection. I shoot the dirtiest look at him but what’s the use? He’s in his own world and completely oblivious to the rest of us, bopping his head to some god-awful vocoder-hop (I only know this because he and his Molotov Java are basically on TOP of my lap). But, I agree with Heisenberg on this one. I can’t keep analyzing the position of that coffee because then I’ll forget the other factors at work here. For all I know that head-bopping IS the thing, the ballast that’s keeping the coffee IN-HIS-HAND through all these twists, turns, and stops (which, by the way, are giving me a friggin’ migraine). Maybe all the coffee in the world is secretly plotting to spill on me because I switched to tea. I’m a skeptic with things like that. I…