Taos Times

Each table adheres to a different group of friends or an single individual. I’ve noticed that different ethnicities or at least people with similar features sit together here; a group of African American girls giggling in a booth, a table of Brazilian guys speaking loudly in Portuguese ahead of me, and a couple of gossiping blonde girls sitting at the table next to me. Furthermore, the individuals sitting alone look similar enough to where they could sit at a table together and it would appear as though they sought one another out. 

Directly in front of me, a boy in a Grey wife beater and a laptop bag sits alone and eats a burrito and rice. He’s the only person who is sitting alone and not using a cellphone, something that is surprisingly rare to see.

The Brazilian table just bursted into laughter. They speak louder than the other tables, probably because they know nobody can understand them and don't have to censor themselves. They have finished their meals, which appeared to also be burritos, and are preparing to leave. 

Three male students just sat down with their food. They only have coffee and deserts, no actual meal. Two of them are wearing almost identical striped shirts.

Another female student is also sitting alone. She has glasses and her hair isn’t combed, her backpack is laid flat beside her. She’s shoveling heaping bites of pasta into her mouth and scrolling on her phone, probably either on Twitter or Instagram.

The table with the African American girls just burst into laughter. One of the girls, with a pink shirt, stood up on her chair and danced. Almost all of the other students sitting in the area turned around to look, but only briefly as to not stare. None of the girls seem to notice nor care.

Grey finished his the remainder of his meal and sat for a few more minutes watching his surroundings. He seems just as amused as I am with the girl dancing. He just grabbed his laptop bag and left, possibly off to class.

Earlier, one of the workers here found a bag on the floor and asked around to see if it belonged to someone. Nobody claimed it then, but a man with a green shirt just came in looking for it. He asked me if I had seen it and I told him that a worker took it earlier and described what she looked like. He said he recognized her and thanked me, and then stormed off to find her and his bag.

The girl with the glasses who was on her phone earlier just stood up to leave. Her backpack is stuffed full and she had to waddle to carry it out due to its weight.

Meanwhile, workers here have been wiping down tables left and right. They move incredibly quick, cleaning the table within seconds of the students leaving.

A guy in a blue jumpsuit standing in front of my table just got two girls phone numbers and said, “Tomorrow night, it’s going down.” Since tomorrow is Saturday, I assume they are planning to go to a party. Each person walked their separate ways after the exchange. Blue Jumpsuit just came back with a plate full of dessert, he sat in a booth with other guys also wearing the same blue jumpsuit. It looks like their badges say “Coast Guard”. 

Traffic has slowed down significantly and all of the initial groups have left. I suppose my time here is over for now as well. Until next time.