Coffee and Plannign

You can definitely tell it is a cold winter day by just walking up to the coffee shop. The main door is unusually closed today to keep the cold wind out of the shop. The patio is completely empty and when you walk inside the smell of the shop has changed from incents and coffee to coffee and warm soup. Every customer is wrapped up in warm sweaters and scarfs. As I look around the shop at the customers eating and laughing a soon realize that I am the only young one here, besides the workers, the shop is filled with elderly people. 

Three women walk in and not being able to see them at first they come around the corner with three green cups and one coffee pot. They all are wearing soft colored sweaters, jeans, glasses and they all have short cut hair. A fourth woman joins them shortly after and she is wearing a black shirt with a skirt. She does not wear glasses like the three but she does have the same haircut.  The lady right across from her in a light green sweater tells her she has stuff for her, not being able to see what the “stuff” is; the lady in the black shirt asks how much she owes her. The green sweater lady tells her nothing and taps her hand from across the table. 

The four women at the table seem to be very close as they discuss putting together a trip in July and the messages that the lady in black sent them. They all agree that they hope this trip goes as well as last trip that they took last spring to Colorado. As they talk about last spring’s trip they talk about another lady that had joined them and they do not want her to go this time. The conversation carries on with them meeting another group there and that their group is much small than the other one. They all put their input in about this trip and what they think the other group will be like.

Ending that conversation they run out of coffee and the lady in the baby blue button up sweater goes to the counter and comes back with another pot for the table. They women talk about how unbelievable it is that the grandson of the lady in the soft purple sweater drives the miles per hour he does. She tells the table that one of these days her grandson is going to hurt himself on the bike that he rides. 

They lady in the black shirt seems to be the louder voice of the group and plans everything that they do as she asks the women what they are going to be talking with them on their next trip. The other three tell her they will be taking warm clothes and heavy jackets for when they are about. They have not yet said where this trip is going to be but by the sound of it, it will be somewhere cold. The worker goes to grab the empty pot off the table as the lady in the light purple grabs him and tells him to come back and give her a hug. The other three tell him high and the lady in the baby blue asks how he has been. They carry on a small conversation before the man has to go back to work. 

They finish up their coffee while still discussing the trip and all the things that they have left to do to get ready. I leave the table full of lively women in warm sweaters with their trip plans and coffee.