Bitter Sweet

I’ve been posted up against a wall seat for 20 minutes now.  Typical traffic you would expect in a coffee shop. Everyone is grab and go, in and out, just trying to get that extra jump of coffee to start up their day.  I assume a lot of the people that are ordering are either coming from church, or on their way to the service.  A lot of the people are dressed rather nicely, as it is also Sunday morning.  There are only a few people other than myself that have been here longer than 15 minutes. 

 

Red Sweater dude is on my right in the corner.  He has his Mac Book set up, along with his IPhone close by listening to music.  A notebook with a few scattered papers makes me assume he is working on a project for work or school.  Although the entire time that I have been here, he hasn’t touched his papers.  Mostly just a few clicks on his computer, but mainly just on his phone oblivious to anything else. Did he have a lot on his mind that he couldn't concentrate? Or maybe he was just passing the time and enjoying his day. 

An elderly lady just ordered a Colombian coffee with one cream.  I think she might not be able to have the best of hearing because the whole coffee shop heard what she ordered ha ha.  It was wonderful to see how attentive the shop worker was for her.   After the worker took the elderly lady’s order, he took her to the table she wanted, set her up with her coffee, along with a few extra napkins.  It was such a nice gesture to witness. It made me feel good inside. Not because he was nice to her, but because you could tell he really did care for her well-being.  It seemed so natural for him. It made me wonder if he had cared for someone elderly in the past, or if he is in the process of taking care of someone now. 

   

My attention has been interrupted by three younger gentlemen, most likely early 20’s.  Talking a little loud not realizing they had brought their outdoor conversation into a mellow setting.   Ordering a few coffees with a strawberry bagel and a scone, they continue to talk loudly about their recent weekend events.  They must have been louder than I thought because even red sweater dude and elderly lady were quick to shoot a glance at the young gentlemen.   After 10 more minutes of unintentionally listening to the trio’s conversation, I started to feel my own face turn red in embarrassment as I noticed how many more people had kept shooting stingy glances at them in hopes of silence.   Although they had some funny moments about throwing up due to excessive drinking, I did not hear the last of their adventurous weekend because I just felt too embarrassed for them.  I had finished my chai tea anyways, so I left.