This is the second straight week that red wasn’t at the
coffee shop but the employees weren’t as happy as last week, They weren’t sad
by any means, they just seemed to be doing their jobs attentively. There was an
older lady with short hair and lots of make up pacing around the coffee shop.
She was going back and forth between merchandise and picking up each mug or
glass and examined each one very carefully.
The employees just ignored her as she paced around the shop for a long
amount of time, meanwhile at the counter a couple, two tall males were asking
about each drink on the menu, the man taking their order was very patient with
them and explained all the ingredients of each drink and recommended multiple
coffees until finally, they both decided on purchasing some of the ready to
drink name brand juices available to buy.
A group of
4 women walked in all wearing long skirts down to their ankles, each carrying
very expensive, and quality purses. One
of them was obviously the mother as she was the oldest of the group and the
other three resembled her . They spoke very quietly and didn’t make eye contact
with anyone except each other. It took me a while to realize that they were
speaking Spanish. I was able to pick out some words from their conversation and
pieced together that they were all part of a Mormon church in Juarez, I didn’t
know why they were here in las cruces and wasn’t able to find out because after
they each ordered their drinks they left very quickly.
An older
man was sitting on the couch and was slipping in and out of sleep.
He sat there forever, barely moving, simply looking around
and seemingly admiring the coffee shop.
Two students one male and one female, sat next to me. The girl was doing
some homework while the boy was obviously easily distracted and constantly
looked at his cell phone and would try and strike up conversation with his
friend, the girl. She would respond to him but wouldn’t look up from her work,
getting visually more frustrated with her friend with every question he would
ask. Eventually she began giving him short one word answers and he finally got
the hint. He stopped talking to her and
spent the rest of the time looking at his phone instead of doing his work.
Another
student sat at a table and had papers scattered across his table and his lap.
Biting his nails nervously as he stared blankly into his calculator. He would
constantly look around, as if he was seeking help. He had a frustrated look, as
he would flip back and forth between pages in his book and the countless sheets
of paper in front of him. Finally he gave up and walked out, carrying the
cluster of papers and books in his hand.
I had to leave early this week due to personal reasons but the coffee shop seemed almost dead as I was leaving.
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