Busy Bees

It’s a busy Monday morning.  Everyone seems to be in a rush to get somewhere.  Most people emerge out with sleepy eyes and very little motivation to continue with the day.  Nonetheless, they go to get their morning dose of caffeine to keep them going today.  Some stop for a quick breakfast meal, others continue to drag along in their zombie-like state. 

A group of girls come in to get their fix of caffeine.  One girl is tall and blonde.  She has her hair pulled back into a pony tail, and sports a sparkly blue headband to keep her flyaways back.  She and her friends are wearing sweats.  The three of them all ordered a vanilla cream latte and shuffled off to class. 

Behind them was a couple.  The guy was scolding her for something.  She stood in front of him with her arms crossed and a very upset expression.  They grabbed their items quickly and sat down at a table.  She avoided any and all eye contact.  She kept to herself and did not say much at all.  He continued to scold her, but she gave him the cold shoulder.  He tells her over and over to quit being “overly sensitive.”  It was then that I saw her wiping her eyes.  He did not rush to comfort her like most significant others would.  Her voice was quiet at first, but got slightly louder as she got angrier.  It was almost impossible to understand what words were coming out of her mouth.  After she was through, she left as he followed with his head down behind.

There was another guy who was sitting by himself.  He had his headphones in, and was head bobbing slightly.  He had long hair and seemed to enjoy being alone.  Another person joined him.  Immediately, he snapped out of the trance he was in and started conversing with the other guy.  The guy that had approached him had shorter hair, but it was still messy.  He pulled out his laptop and plugged in some headphones.  The two of them stared at the screen and laughed every now and then.  They must have been watching videos.  The guy with the longer hair had begun laughing so hard he started to turn red. 

My attention had turned to a group of people who were sitting down for some coffee.  There were two guys and a girl.  The girl seemed a little shy around the guys.  The guys joked quite a bit about their experiences at a party the Friday before, and they talked about this girl who was “totally all over them” at the party.  The girl shot the boys a look, and the boys just giggled.  She talked about how that was one of the few times she had ever gotten wasted.  The way they had interacted with one another made it seem as if they had known each other for years.  By the way their conversed with one another, I figured they did.

Two girls had passed by.  One was sporting a UNM shirt which was scoring her a whole bunch of dirty looks.  She kept walking and acted like it did not bother her.  Her friend walked beside her and just laughed at the attention they were getting.  While she was laughing, the girl wearing the shirt blushed slightly but still tried to play it off.

What started off as a busy morning quickly winded down to a slow commute as people thinned out and went to their designated places.