Ethnography

Ethnography

October 12, 2015

Slow Solem Day at the Revolutionary Cafe



                My hour at the cafe begins with a nod and a smile from a random person that just got their beverage and exited the coffee shop. For a moment I thought I may have known the person but I believe he just looked like someone I knew. Nonetheless, I nodded and smiled back.
                 Around environments like the cafe you see this behavior a lot. Of people just genuinely being nice people by holding doors open or smiling at you even if you are complete strangers. On the other hand there are people who do not like to show kindness whatsoever in their daily interactions. There was a new barista working today that I had never seen before. She seemed nice and spoke with a high pitched voice, almost nervous sounding. She did not have the same degree of customer service and kindness as the other baristas but for a new worker she was very pleasant. When I think about it, kindness is very important in this atmosphere because you want your customers to be in a happy environment and want to come back. Friendliness no matter the circumstance is generally practiced. I can see by my frequent visits that the staff is very friendly and so this reflects positively on their customer base. I often see many "regulars" come in and leave when I'm here such as the man in the suit that likes to read the newspaper.
                It is later in the day and there isnt too much activity inside so I decide to find a table on the patio. There is a young woman perhaps in her late twenties sitting across from me. She has books and papers spread out across the whole table. Her messenger bag rests beside her feet next to a helmet (I presume she road her bike here). She is reading quite a large book while resting her feet on the chair opposite of her with her shoes off. I think she feels this comfortable because there arent alot of people outside. Just her, me, and an elderly couple sitting on the other side. I imagine if there were people sitting around her she would probably have her shoes on.  Occasionally she bring her phone into the view of her face and pauses reading to send a text message. A few times she would smile and let out a small chuckle at what she was looking at.                
                One of the baristas has come outside to clean the tables. There was a small mess left by the last group that sat at a table. They had left their drinks, plates and napkins sitting there. Not until now have I realized that there are no trash cans outside and I do not remember there being one inside. I usually get a drink and don't finish it by the time Ieave so I bring it back to my abode. This is unsual of a cafe. The staff is starting to stack the chairs indicating that closing time is almost here.  
                A song called "Electric Eyes" starting playing over head that made me reminisce and become sad. The girl reading the large book who sat across from me may have noticed as she looked over. I'm embarrassed.  There is not much activity going on so after another 20 minutes of feeling like shit I decide to leave.

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