I Am More Observant Than I Let On
Starbucks People... My daughter convinced me, shortly after I left her Dad, to go have coffee with her at Starbuck's one morning. I was particularly stressed, crying, agitated, etc. I couldn't imagine just going and getting coffee and just sitting. I was busy. She said we would just sit for an hour. Surely I could spare an hour. I've had coffee here before and I really like it, i like the atmosphere but never would I ever just consider sitting down. It has quickly become one of my favorite things. So now this is our thing and I always look forward to it. We never plan it, but we sometimes find ourselves at home together and soon we are rushing out to our coffee break.
I've started to look around and see the kind of people who come in and made some observations. Here it goes:
As we walk in there is a table with three ladies gathered around a couple of laptops. All three are in full makeup and pretty. Two are in skirts and heels and one lady is wearing jeans with a nice shirt. The three of them are engrossed in their conversation, using their hands. They look like pretty witches planning something important. Very expressive and impassioned.
At a table on the way to order, there are two dudes working on something, each with his own laptop sitting across from each other. They have a casual tone to their conversation, possibly also working. These are my kinda guys, maybe a little younger than me. One is in an OU pullover jacket, kinda thin with long legs in sweatpants and another guy in a Thunder tshirt and jeans. Both pretty clean cut and relaxed. They say something to a leggy blonde lady holding her venti in front of her giving a polite giggle to them. She's in clicky heels and quickly focuses on a very handsome african american cop at the door. He has large biceps, and she walks over to him giving the relaxed dudes a wave. She sits next to the cop and the two chat quietly at the chairs near the door. The dudes go back to work.
In walks a man holding a baby. He is twentysomething and looks tired but has a confident grin on his face. He has the proud papa swagger and greets the ladies at the counter. They return with a jolly "hey there's big Jack and baby Jack!" they oooh and ahhh over baby jack. He smiles big. He has a hot mess look about him but seems like he's showered and made himself look this way. He's wearing sunglasses and has a full beard trimmed nice. I'm sure he is tired, everyone with a baby that age is.
There's another mom who walks in with her two kids, one girl, one boy. They follow her to the bathroom like baby ducks. She's cute in a bohemian way. She has a cute daisy in her red hair, and a knee length jeans skirt. The kids are dressed super cute and chat with each other. She's calm and easy with the kids, really enjoying their outing. I didn't learn to enjoy my kids like that until I was older. I look at my daughter and think of how it was when she was that age and how different it is now that she's an adult. She's trying to take care of me and worries about me. I don't want her to do that but I appreciate it sometimes.
At this point, a cute middle aged couple comes in. They head straight to the sweets and carefully choose their breakfast snack. They remind me of my ex-husband and I, in a way, except they look happy to be out together. He did indulge me because he knew I like to come here and get coffee. I was always stressed out when we came. He hated Starbucks, hated waiting for anything and disliked coffee. He would never have considered sitting down with me and talking over coffee. He just figured we could do that at home. So I figured it was nice of him to make an effort. At this point i start to cry a little and my daughter takes the phone away from me to see what i'm writing. She's about to say something when a very cute little girl comes in with her mom.
The little girl is in a leotard and red tutu and she's wearing flip flops. Her mom is pretty, has on a black above the kneeskirt, heels and her blonde hair is in a messy knot do. She gets the little girl a sweet treat and frappucino. The two sit at a table, mom looks at her phone and the little girl sips her drink.
A young kitchy couple walks in, Dad's carrying the baby in a carrier. Mom places their order at the counter. They are carrying tons of stuff, diaper bag, etc. Dad is rockin a mohawk and both have several tats and piercings. They really do look tired.
I finally notice the guys sitting at the table next to my daughter and I. I didn't see them walk in. They look like they should be in an old western instead of a city Starbuck's. One guy has mutton chops type facial hair, the other guy has a cow ranch owner look about him. Beefy build in a leather vest, classic not cheesy. The two exchange words in a pleasant slow manner.
I do see the man in scrubs walk in. He has broad shoulders and likely a six pack under the scrubs and a tiny ass. He is wearing a bluetooth thingy and has a pager at his hip. He is definately a doctor, but probably just a resident or fellow, not an attending.
My observation is interrupted by one of the ladies in a skirt working hard at the table. She hands my daughter and I her card and offers us a free facial anytime we want, just call her. She wishes my daughter good luck on her upcoming finals. How sweet. We decide it's time to go home. I decide next time I come to put on makeup. We leave her card on the table.
I've started to look around and see the kind of people who come in and made some observations. Here it goes:
As we walk in there is a table with three ladies gathered around a couple of laptops. All three are in full makeup and pretty. Two are in skirts and heels and one lady is wearing jeans with a nice shirt. The three of them are engrossed in their conversation, using their hands. They look like pretty witches planning something important. Very expressive and impassioned.
At a table on the way to order, there are two dudes working on something, each with his own laptop sitting across from each other. They have a casual tone to their conversation, possibly also working. These are my kinda guys, maybe a little younger than me. One is in an OU pullover jacket, kinda thin with long legs in sweatpants and another guy in a Thunder tshirt and jeans. Both pretty clean cut and relaxed. They say something to a leggy blonde lady holding her venti in front of her giving a polite giggle to them. She's in clicky heels and quickly focuses on a very handsome african american cop at the door. He has large biceps, and she walks over to him giving the relaxed dudes a wave. She sits next to the cop and the two chat quietly at the chairs near the door. The dudes go back to work.
In walks a man holding a baby. He is twentysomething and looks tired but has a confident grin on his face. He has the proud papa swagger and greets the ladies at the counter. They return with a jolly "hey there's big Jack and baby Jack!" they oooh and ahhh over baby jack. He smiles big. He has a hot mess look about him but seems like he's showered and made himself look this way. He's wearing sunglasses and has a full beard trimmed nice. I'm sure he is tired, everyone with a baby that age is.
There's another mom who walks in with her two kids, one girl, one boy. They follow her to the bathroom like baby ducks. She's cute in a bohemian way. She has a cute daisy in her red hair, and a knee length jeans skirt. The kids are dressed super cute and chat with each other. She's calm and easy with the kids, really enjoying their outing. I didn't learn to enjoy my kids like that until I was older. I look at my daughter and think of how it was when she was that age and how different it is now that she's an adult. She's trying to take care of me and worries about me. I don't want her to do that but I appreciate it sometimes.
At this point, a cute middle aged couple comes in. They head straight to the sweets and carefully choose their breakfast snack. They remind me of my ex-husband and I, in a way, except they look happy to be out together. He did indulge me because he knew I like to come here and get coffee. I was always stressed out when we came. He hated Starbucks, hated waiting for anything and disliked coffee. He would never have considered sitting down with me and talking over coffee. He just figured we could do that at home. So I figured it was nice of him to make an effort. At this point i start to cry a little and my daughter takes the phone away from me to see what i'm writing. She's about to say something when a very cute little girl comes in with her mom.
The little girl is in a leotard and red tutu and she's wearing flip flops. Her mom is pretty, has on a black above the kneeskirt, heels and her blonde hair is in a messy knot do. She gets the little girl a sweet treat and frappucino. The two sit at a table, mom looks at her phone and the little girl sips her drink.
A young kitchy couple walks in, Dad's carrying the baby in a carrier. Mom places their order at the counter. They are carrying tons of stuff, diaper bag, etc. Dad is rockin a mohawk and both have several tats and piercings. They really do look tired.
I finally notice the guys sitting at the table next to my daughter and I. I didn't see them walk in. They look like they should be in an old western instead of a city Starbuck's. One guy has mutton chops type facial hair, the other guy has a cow ranch owner look about him. Beefy build in a leather vest, classic not cheesy. The two exchange words in a pleasant slow manner.
I do see the man in scrubs walk in. He has broad shoulders and likely a six pack under the scrubs and a tiny ass. He is wearing a bluetooth thingy and has a pager at his hip. He is definately a doctor, but probably just a resident or fellow, not an attending.
My observation is interrupted by one of the ladies in a skirt working hard at the table. She hands my daughter and I her card and offers us a free facial anytime we want, just call her. She wishes my daughter good luck on her upcoming finals. How sweet. We decide it's time to go home. I decide next time I come to put on makeup. We leave her card on the table.
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