Loser's Guide to Life
While I was waiting for my coffee, I examined once again the particular water-stain on the wall behind the counter.
The more I looked at it, the more it resembled a chef tossing a pizza in the air—a good-natured, chortling chef with a pointy moustache and chef's hat, amused at his own untiring knack of pizza-tossing, and loving nothing better than the tossing of pizza dough forever. And that's how he became a water-stain behind the counter of a café.