Sticky's Life-Changing Advice
Sticky needs no introduction, but my editor says I have to write one. Sticky’s your canine (ish) coffee shop friend. His presence is what elevates a café to cozy. But you know this. Everyone knows Sticky. If you don’t, re-evaluate your life. He’s the only good thing left in this world.
This reporter goes to Sticky for all his advice. Dating, career, Sticky even taught me how to cope with the loss of my tomato plant. If anyone knows how to navigate the Peepy and Ouioui crisis, it’s them.
As usual, they were at the first café I walked into. I found them staring out the window and into the sky, as if searching the heavens for answers. They were happy to see me as usual. I mean they didn’t show it on their face, but you can tell. You can always tell.
I explained the whole crisis to them. We must have talked for hours. I ended up going on about how much we relied on the Peepys, the fear of not knowing what happened to the little Ouiouis, I even spent time talking about what I’m looking for in a third marriage.
Sticky’s a great listener. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t have to. His answer was in the way he looked back at me. Maybe we’re to blame for all of this. Maybe we should have told the Peepys how much they mattered and not left Ouioui babysitting all on the Papupi’s shoulders. There’s blame to go around. Sticky’s eyes were like a mirror, pointing right to the culprit.
I gave Sticky some sugar packets and cried for a few minutes or more, then left the coffee shop behind. I’m sure there’s other people who need Sticky’s advice. We’d fall apart without him. I hope he knows that. I hope the world knows that.