It's an odd experience, going to the coffee shop a bit early.  Really throws
me off.
I walk in and am greeted by a group of smiling faces offering to serve me. 
This is all normal and good, but the faces themselves..there is something
wrong.
Dreadfully wrong.
I try to hide my horror as I return their glances.  I smile politely and
remember to say 'please' when asking for my extra large, one cream, two sugar.
 But those smiling faces are stil wrong.
Does my discomfort show?  Have I offended my hosts by an uninteded recoil?  I
hope not.  But now my normal coffee run has turned sour.  I just want to get
my coffee and get the hell out of there.
Those faces...so strange.  I won't do this again tomorrow.
Tomorrow, I will go at my usual time, AFTER the shift change.