I Love Coffee And Coffee Shops
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Imagine, me a grayed balding old computer/electronics service tech dressed in loose fitting unfaded generic blue jeans without holes and a non logo'ed t-shirt with a pocket. My sufficiently decent but unhip turquoise LG phone lives in my shirt pocket along with Dollar Store sunglasses.
I've dropped my daughter at a 2 hour dance class and wander next door into a local coffee shop only a block from the University. Quietly mellow bells jingle as the door moves. I am visually assessed by all.
Automatically I'm uncool, but to make it more obvious I too loudly ask the denim big overalls wearing counter girl, (I can't spell or say "barista"), for a Big Ol' Latte with lots of Foam and some caramel stuff in a Go Cup. Lots of heads look up as the girl with flowers and a bluebird tattoo nested in her cleavage and on her shoulders replies, "A Grande Caramel Cappuccino, skim, soy, almond or 2% Sir?" To which I say, "Yes, a big one with Real 100% Milk p!ease Sweetie."
I get an odd smirk as she turns to concoct my drink and I drop my 17¢ change in her purple handcrafted earthenware tip recepticle. I receive my big "Foamy Latte" with Caramel and turn down a shake of nutmeg with "Ew! No!"
Then after I add 12 tiny assed organic "Sugar in the Raw" packets to it, I walk straight to the, I guess, [i]"Unspokenly Reserved For the Extra Special, Very Smart Guy" [/i]big fluffy Armchair with the perfect height side table holding today's newspaper.I
EVERYONE LOOKS at me as if I've chosen Utilitarianism over their preferred Kantianism, (Which of course I have! ⭐) I look back with the satisfied look of clueless contentment even though I know they're horrfied.
Murmurs from the MackBook crowd are barely heard as I settle in and pull my RED KINDLE FIRE 8" Tablet out of my back pocket! I still recognize hesitant confusion while they ponder their loyalty to ”Special Guy" over their anti-confrontational libertarian club views on the personal freedom of sitting!
Every other one of my rare visits here, "Mr. Important" with his horn rimmed glasses, bowtie and paper & book stuffed vintage styled leather shoulder bag had occupied this HOLY seat and loudly sipped his frozen coffee via straw! He's a Professor or of the Campus Admin Hierarchy I guess?
I poke my Kindle Fire out of sleep mode and old James Taylor interrupts everyone with:
[i] "Oh, I've seen fire and i've seen rain, I've seen sunny days I thought would never ..."[/i] at 90% volume before I can mute it. I have Sinned against the revered silence!!!
I am pummeled with narrow evil eyed glances of disdain, scorn and contempt from four stylishly bearded Hipsters, the obligatory Art History Doctoral Candidate, a few studying couples and Ms. Alternative Nature Gal with Blonde Dreads Tutoring a Private School Tween. They all have to hate me because their Club so insists and the song "Fire and Rain” will surely be looping in their heads for days!
I observe and broadly smile cluelessly at them all while I internally cackle as I put on my antique Wired headphones. Heart's[i] "Crazy on You"[/i] starts as I settle down. I see now why the armchair is[i] ”Chosen" [/i]over the sofa, tables and hassocks; it commands the ultimate "Power View" of everything! Nothing is out of view except the bagel toaster and condiment shelf. Even most of the courtyard and bicycle rack are under my gaze! Man! I want this dude to show up!
But, alas no joy, today he does not. I vow to myself next time to come early and sit here until sundown:30 just for the mental recreation and a chance to possibly shake hands with him, but not relinquish his throne until he is thoroughly settled with uncomfortable resignation in a unsteady metal bistro chair at a tiny table.
2½ Months of Quarantine and being "I don't really care anymore about what you think" Old have me just looking for entertaining trouble ❇.
⭐ Read 2nd Paragraph: https://scholarblogs.emory.edu/millsonph115/2014/10/19/kantianism-utilitarianism/
❇ "Utilitarians believe that we should do actions that produce the greatest amount of happiness!"
Imagine, me a grayed balding old computer/electronics service tech dressed in loose fitting unfaded generic blue jeans without holes and a non logo'ed t-shirt with a pocket. My sufficiently decent but unhip turquoise LG phone lives in my shirt pocket along with Dollar Store sunglasses.
I've dropped my daughter at a 2 hour dance class and wander next door into a local coffee shop only a block from the University. Quietly mellow bells jingle as the door moves. I am visually assessed by all.
Automatically I'm uncool, but to make it more obvious I too loudly ask the denim big overalls wearing counter girl, (I can't spell or say "barista"), for a Big Ol' Latte with lots of Foam and some caramel stuff in a Go Cup. Lots of heads look up as the girl with flowers and a bluebird tattoo nested in her cleavage and on her shoulders replies, "A Grande Caramel Cappuccino, skim, soy, almond or 2% Sir?" To which I say, "Yes, a big one with Real 100% Milk p!ease Sweetie."
I get an odd smirk as she turns to concoct my drink and I drop my 17¢ change in her purple handcrafted earthenware tip recepticle. I receive my big "Foamy Latte" with Caramel and turn down a shake of nutmeg with "Ew! No!"
Then after I add 12 tiny assed organic "Sugar in the Raw" packets to it, I walk straight to the, I guess, [i]"Unspokenly Reserved For the Extra Special, Very Smart Guy" [/i]big fluffy Armchair with the perfect height side table holding today's newspaper.I
EVERYONE LOOKS at me as if I've chosen Utilitarianism over their preferred Kantianism, (Which of course I have! ⭐) I look back with the satisfied look of clueless contentment even though I know they're horrfied.
Murmurs from the MackBook crowd are barely heard as I settle in and pull my RED KINDLE FIRE 8" Tablet out of my back pocket! I still recognize hesitant confusion while they ponder their loyalty to ”Special Guy" over their anti-confrontational libertarian club views on the personal freedom of sitting!
Every other one of my rare visits here, "Mr. Important" with his horn rimmed glasses, bowtie and paper & book stuffed vintage styled leather shoulder bag had occupied this HOLY seat and loudly sipped his frozen coffee via straw! He's a Professor or of the Campus Admin Hierarchy I guess?
I poke my Kindle Fire out of sleep mode and old James Taylor interrupts everyone with:
[i] "Oh, I've seen fire and i've seen rain, I've seen sunny days I thought would never ..."[/i] at 90% volume before I can mute it. I have Sinned against the revered silence!!!
I am pummeled with narrow evil eyed glances of disdain, scorn and contempt from four stylishly bearded Hipsters, the obligatory Art History Doctoral Candidate, a few studying couples and Ms. Alternative Nature Gal with Blonde Dreads Tutoring a Private School Tween. They all have to hate me because their Club so insists and the song "Fire and Rain” will surely be looping in their heads for days!
I observe and broadly smile cluelessly at them all while I internally cackle as I put on my antique Wired headphones. Heart's[i] "Crazy on You"[/i] starts as I settle down. I see now why the armchair is[i] ”Chosen" [/i]over the sofa, tables and hassocks; it commands the ultimate "Power View" of everything! Nothing is out of view except the bagel toaster and condiment shelf. Even most of the courtyard and bicycle rack are under my gaze! Man! I want this dude to show up!
But, alas no joy, today he does not. I vow to myself next time to come early and sit here until sundown:30 just for the mental recreation and a chance to possibly shake hands with him, but not relinquish his throne until he is thoroughly settled with uncomfortable resignation in a unsteady metal bistro chair at a tiny table.
2½ Months of Quarantine and being "I don't really care anymore about what you think" Old have me just looking for entertaining trouble ❇.
⭐ Read 2nd Paragraph: https://scholarblogs.emory.edu/millsonph115/2014/10/19/kantianism-utilitarianism/
❇ "Utilitarians believe that we should do actions that produce the greatest amount of happiness!"
70-79, M
