A man walks into a tiny, dim-litfaiblement éclairé coffee shop and sits at the countercomptoir. The baristaserveur de café, a dead-panimpassible guy with a tattoo of a coffee bean on his forearmavant-bras, asks, “What can I get youQue puis-je vous servir?”
The man sighssoupire, “I’m on a deadlinedate limite. I need something that’ll wake me up, keep me focused, and maybe… give me a glimpseun aperçu of the future.”
The barista nodsacquiesce, pulls out an espresso, and says, “One double-shotdouble espresso, extra-hot, with a side ofaccompagné de prophecy, coming right up.” He slides the cup across, and the man takes a sipune gorgée.
Suddenly, his eyes widens’écarquillent. “Whoa! I just saw… I saw myself winning the sweepstakesloterie!” he exclaims. The barista raises an eyebrowlève un sourcil. “Cool. That’ll be €4.85.” The man fumbles for his walletfarfouille dans son portefeuille, pulls out a crumpledfroissé ticket, and holds it up.
“Look! I bought a sweepstakesloterie ticket yesterday, and the numbers match!”
The barista smiles, reaches under the counter, and pulls out a tiny, antique clock. He winds itle remonte, sets the hands to 8:15, and says, “That’s the time the the sweepstakes drawingle tirage de la loterie is at. You’ve just bought a ticket for the next drawtirage… which is tomorrow.”
The man’s face falls. “So… I haven’t won yet?”
The barista shrugshausse les épaules. “You’ll find out tomorrow… or you won’t. Either wayDans tous les cas, you still owe me €4.85.”
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