It is a nice cloudy afternoon, a perfect day to sit outside on
the patio of the coffee shop. The two elder women in front of me ordering their
food seem to have the same idea as me. They get their daily teas and head out
to the patio were people are talking all over, the music is playing loudly, and
the birds are chirping all around. They sit down and talk very quietly, for I can
barely hear them and I am sitting a table away.
The lady in a pale pink shirt stirs her tea while she tries
to keep from losing her page in her book from the slight breeze. On the other
side of the table the lady with the pink hoodie and matching pink socks that
show through her yellow crocks eats the home made brownie from the shop and
tells the reader about how nice some lady is. As stand by me by Ben E King comes over the
radio not only I start to sing but the two ladies at the table start to sing
also. They look over at me in surprise that I know the song and smile.
They carry on with their teas and conversation of their grand-kids
and families. I hear the reader telling the pink lady that her son has met a
new woman and she does not like her because she is rude and acts like she is too
good for their family. She still sits and stirs her tea while pinky lady tells
her to give her son’s new girlfriend a chance and maybe she will come around. In
the middle of this conversation a loud motorcycle drives past the coffee shop
and all three of us look at it drives by with a disgusted look on our faces. Once
more they see my reaction is the same as theirs and they laugh, this time
talking to me asking, “Don’t you hate that people have to drive such loud vehicles?”
While I laugh with them a shake my head
and agree with how annoying it really is when you are trying to have a peaceful
lunch.
We go back to ourselves and the two go on with their conversations.
I can hear them trying to be quiet as they talk about me and how most “kids” my
age are not like me. I try not to smile or laugh at them since I can hear what
they are saying and pretend that I am in gauged in listening to the music and
doing work on my computer. They carry on
with how they wish their grandkids where less wild on more like the girl who
sits behind them, (me).
Their conversation changes when the reader catches eye
contact with me during this conversation.
They start to talk about how they used to drink four cups of coffee a
day and now they do not drink any at all because it just makes them more tired.
They now drink tea because it has good flavor and not as much caffeine. The reader
tells pinky that her favorite tea flavor is vanilla, and pinky tells her she
did not know that vanilla was a tea flavor.
Their tea conversation changes when they notice me feeding
the birds my left over crumbs from my sandwich. They hear me telling one of the
workers that I want my plate because I feed the birds the left overs because I do
not want to waste it. When the man goes back inside they look at me and the
reader tells me how nice it is of me to share with the birds. While the pink
lady agrees and says that I am considerate and kind.
When my crumbs are gone I start to pack up and the two ladies
tell me to have a great day asks for my name. Before I can put my books away
they tell me their name and how great it was to meet me. I smile and tell them
the same and try to put my things away without being rude.
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