I must say that a cafe is quite an interesting place to hang out, especially if you have a nifty book from whence to hide behind whilst spying.
I recently spent an hour or so in an unnamed Starbuckish coffee shop, sipping glamorous Hazelnut soda because they were all out of ma favorite TOFFEE NUT! Anyhew.
Whilst spying I noticed several interesting person(s) which I quite correctly assumed y'all would be inoxerably interested in.
Interesting Person(s) #1
I spied a lovely Italian family doing homework together and it reminded me of my homeland. Sort of. Homeland of the heart! There was the bookish granddaughter, the officish father, and the oh-so-you-just-want-to-fish-with-even-though-your-a-vegetarian-because-you-know-he-will-be-full-of-good-and-insightful-conversation-and-old-Englandish-childhood-stories-grandfather. And I thought how have we become so busy that looking at this happy family of three generations, that doing homework in a coffee shop seams so alien to me? And they didn't act as if it wasn't a duty. They laughed through the algebra like it was leisure time, which indeed they made it to be. So I decided, I am going to value myself and time more and love every moment, even my stupid and pointless math homework.
Interesting Person(s) #2
I also spied some ladies that were... southern? Anyhew, one of them had white hair, black lipstick, smoke wrinkles and long, manicured, black nails and she had such an air of glamor. She must have had surgery or been hurt because she walked awkwardly, but she had such a presence, and she didn't even try. It was as if she was brought into the world with glamor and she simply couldn't help it. So I decided that I want to simply be debonair without even trying.
Interesting Person(s) #3
I also spied this one youngster (about my age) and he was talking politics and debate like it was going out of style and he was also the only one talking in a three person conversation and I realized that there is to much fear in the world that to spend every three way person conversation filling people's ears with fear is simply a waste of time. So I decided that I will focus only on lovely things and not horribly terrifying world affairs.
I know. It is simply exhausting being my glamorous and perceptive self.
The end.
In which my teenage self unloads his thoughts, wishes, discoveries, and talks a lot about horses and raw food.
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