By Tess Marshall

I was sitting in a bookstore engrossed in writing when I noticed an elderly man, (in his early 80's), sit down with his coffee drink, at a nearby table. I smiled at him and he nodded, as I went back to work. 

Within seconds, I witnessed him spill his coffee all over his pants and onto the floor.

Why is it a cup of something, looks like a gallon, once it has been knocked over?

A young woman,at another table jumped up and grabbed some paper napkins for him.

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