Chaos Judgement

It’s a cold rainy morning but that does not stop people from coming to eat the homemade goodies and drink coffee at the little coffee shop.  It’s a different environment today, people are wearing sweats and jackets and instead of getting tea getting hot coffee. The shop is chilled with the cool air coming in from the door that is open and the ceiling fans being on. It smells like fresh brewed coffee and waffles with the slight hint of the incents. I love this time of year, I sit inside with the rest of the customers that do not want to get their computers wet or just do not like the rain. It is busy as usual this time with all sorts of customers.  Instead of just college students like normal it is elderly people, people that look to be in their forties, and the usual college kids finishing up last minute homework.

A mother and daughter walk in as I am getting settled and are oddly wearing shorts with jackets. The mother sits her daughter at a table and goes back up to the counter. The daughter is very energetic she is probably about eight. She entertains herself with two stuffed animals that are both wolves while the mother is ordering their meal and drinks. Her mother returns with a coffee that is spilling all over the place and the daughter is reputedly asking what she has in her hands. Their order is called and both are having a blueberry muffin that the shop makes by hand.

The daughter pickers hers apart without really eating any of it and the mother finishes hers off. With nothing for the daughter to do she is complaining about wanting to leave because she is bored. The mother ignores her and tries to finish her coffee. Finally getting tired of the daughter complaining she drinks her coffee and starts to pack things up. The daughter is flopping around trying to get her jacket on while holding her stuffed animals and yelling that she loves the rain and hopes it is still raning. The elderly people sit and watch this chaos tell the mother grabs the stuffed wolves and helps her put her jacket on. 

The daughter insists on helping her mother put the pates away and causes even more racket to go on. Everyone in the shop jumps, stops talking to look over at the commotion that is going on in the dish pit in the corner. With an embarrassed look on her face the mother grabs the rest of her things apologizes and takes her daughter out the door. When they are gone the old women that sat next to them started gossiping about the daughter being so out of control. Them being gone for a few minutes now the shop is back to the quit with nothing but small chatter and oldies on the radio.