Dull Slow Day

Three tables are occupied, one by a lone man staring intently into his laptop, hand carelessly draped on his mouse leisurely scrolling, another table with two older women talking in hushed tones, and a mother and daughter in the corner, the mother accidentally leaving her wallet on the counter as i was ordering, and politely asked to get it real quick.

The older ladies after what seem to be arguing, leave in a huff, leaving trails of angry jiujiu all over the table they just sat at.

A couple walks in, happily chatting and standing at the counter together very close, all smiles and giggles. The man peers over the woman's shoulder, his much larger and taller frame making her seem tiny. After they receive their coffee they disappear outside to sit.

Then there is nothing that happens, just the sound of the barista making himself a shot of espresso. It seems as if D's Cafe will be slow as molasses tonight.

A man comes in, greeting the baristas making me assume he's a regular. He begins by beelineing to the pastries and tossing around what he loudly exclaims in a broodish manner that he is holding a  "rock", before making a pitstop at the soda machine, filling up a cup with water and disappearing into the private room.

I accidentally put my headphone plug in the wrong port, and draw attention to myself when I loudly play my music, mostly earning a glare from the old man who is perched in his chair staring at his computer intently.

The mom and daughter then leave, daughter's eyes glued to her phone. Typical teenager. They pass a boy who walks in asking to hang up an advertisement , and then searches for a spot on the window, again checking to make sure its okay before proceeding to add it to the window of advertisements. He takes forever to find a spot. He disappears after finding a spot and it is just me, the baristas, and the old man on the laptop.

It is dull so I decide to leave, packing up my bag and heading out the door, the old man still scrolling.