Two grey haired women sat across from each other. They arrived to the café just a minute earlier and were shown with their many bags and layers of clothing items to a quiet table in the corner with a vase of plastic flowers in the center.
“And now I hear you have worms. How delightful,” the first woman said to the second.
The waiter arrived with a notepad in hand. He pulled a pencil from behind his ear.
“Can I offer you a cup of tea or something to snack on?”
“The worms can wait,” the second woman replied and pulled out a pair of bright red reading glasses from one of her many pockets.
The waiter pretended not to hear their private conversation, while the women stared at their menus, intently studying the options.
“So many delicious things to try,” the woman mused over the list. “I do believe I’ll have a cup of stink bug tea,” the first woman said.
The second woman commented, “Excellent choice, I’ve heard it helps with worm-anxiety and improves sleep.”
“I’m a simple woman with simple tastes, unlike some people.” She gestured with her eyes to the woman sitting across from her at the table.
“Just water and a piece of burned toast for me, unbuttered, please.”
“Ladies, I am sorry to disappoint you but those things are not on the menu. Maybe you would like a fresh cup of coffee and a croissant?”
They both looked up at the man and narrowed their eyes at him and his obvious lie.
“Not interested,” the first woman said.
The second woman chimed in, “Try again.”
“Actually, we might have what you are looking for,” the waiter said after a thoughtful pause.
The women looked over the table at each other with crooked half smiles.
“Hot water, two mugs,” the first woman called out after the waiter. “That’s all we want.”
She pulled out a small plastic container with holes poked in the top and said, “My treat.”
The container was filled with live stink bugs, crawling and clamoring over one another, equally as eager to leave and live as the woman was to make her special tea.