A Change in Mood

It is a beautiful day out side with birds chirping, oldies playing, and the lovely memorable smell of coffee and insents. The coffee shop is empty with only one table inside and two on the patio. When I get comfortable and decide where I am going to sit because my usual table is being taken by an odd couple doing homework. Next to them a couple tables over is an old man in a striped blue shirt sitting alone drinking coffee. I pull my computer out and start to get ready to do my field work on the couple, when two elder women come up to the quit old man and start hugging him and laughing while asking what he was doing here. 

I decided then that the table with the little old man and the two loud old women would be this week’s observation. The two women go inside to order coffee but quickly return to little old man’s table. I move over at my table so I can see the elderly table and I can see that the old man’s face has brightened up from when I first got here to when the old women arrived. He is full of life and seems to be a lot happier now that they are here. I can hear nothing but birds and the two women talking because they are really loud, the birds and the women. 

The loudest tells the other two at the table that she is going to go get their coffee because it should be ready; as she walks to the door one of the workers meets her with their coffee. She goes back to the table and starts talking again about a white picket fence. The conversation quickly jumps to the high schools that are in Las Cruces. They discuss how much time they have spent at each school and the students that go to theses high schools. The old man starts talking and he talks to quite that I lose the conversation. They all shake their heads in agreement and drink from there cups. A loud laugh comes from both the women and the table with the couple glair at them. 

The old man is still talking and his words are soft so they do not carry over to my table, but after ever sentence he says the two women laugh and have a short response to his words. The other women in the brown tights and flip-flops starts talking about how the school systems have changed and the schools do not care about their students like they should. The other two agree with her and the conversation is quietly over. The table carries on their conversations with laughing and coffee, the old man has changed from a quit to himself man to a talkative yet still quite with the help of two lovely elder women.