I’m sitting in a Starbucks studying and it’s just hilarious to watch all of the different kind of people that come in here. Since I haven’t gotten a post written up yet (and I’m still working on my post-Harry Potter post), I’ve decided to write about all of the people I see in Starbucks today because sometimes sitting at Starbucks can be a journey. Join me.
9:00am: So this dude just ordered his drink. He’s probably in his late 40’s, early 50’s. He’s wearing a plaid button-up shirt and newsboy cap. Looks like a wannabe hipster. (Sorry, dude, your opportunity has long past.) Anyway, he ordered his drink, then, while he was waiting, proceeded to do a series of stretches. We’re talking yoga. Right in the middle of the coffee shop.
9:10am: Now that I think about it, the baristas probably hate me. They’re probably talking about me when they duck in the back for supplies. I brought in my own coffee, sat down, and haven’t gotten a drink yet. I’m waiting ’til my coffee’s gone, people.
9:18am: I just remembered that I’m listening to the playlist I made for The Art of Letting Go (I’ll show it to you guys soon, I just need to make a few changes) and there are quite a few Twenty One Pilots songs on here and I’m going to have to listen to the epic time change in Guns for Hands without doing my usual head-banging I always do when I hear that part. I mean, I can, but what kind of person would I be if I did that in a coffee shop? Especially since I haven’t ordered my coffee yet… They’d probably kick me out.
9:20am: Speaking of The Art, the last time I worked on my laptop in a Starbucks was when I was editing it. It was a really emotional chapter and it took all of my composure to not cry. It was bad, you guys. I almost didn’t make it. (But I did and I’ll definitely be doing that again. I love Starbucks’ atmosphere.)
9:28am: Uh oh. Two moms (one I vaguely know) just walked in and are trying to sit down at the long table in the middle of the room. Too many people. They’re trying to make it work. Let’s see how this plays out. (…) They’ve moved around to fit everybody. Good teamwork, guys.
9:30am: This elderly guy in front of me is just perching on the edge of his chair. The side of his chair, to be more specific. What is he doing? That can’t be comfortable. Looks like he’s typing an email. Is he gonna hop up when he’s done? He’s literally just sitting on the side of his chair. Nobody’s beside him, so there’s no reason for him to do that. What’s up, dude.
9:32am: Oh my gosh, the two ladies who the guys moved over on the big table for just got up and sat somewhere else. HA. You go, ladies.
9:33am: Now the guy moved onto his whole chair. Thank you, sir. You were stressing me out. (Seriously, what’s your deal, dude? Never sat a seat away from a middle-aged woman before? Whatever.)
9:45am: Recap of the past ten minutes: A couple my family knows just walked in. I took a picture of their backs and sent it to my mom with no context. Let’s see if she recognizes them. (The true test of friendship – how well do you know your friends backs???) Then, I decided that it might be a good idea to talk to them, so I did. Then, I sat down and started studying again. The couple get their drinks and sit down at the table, where the two moms had tried to sit down earlier. Then, the anxious guy on the end started perching on the side of his chair again, even though there’s literally a seat between him and the woman my family knows. He sat there for a few more minutes, visibly inwardly struggling. Then, he packed up his laptop and left. I literally could not stop laughing. Dude, if you’re worried about your privacy or personal space, don’t try to work at a coffee shop. Hope you’ve learned your lesson. : P
10:00am: I’m studying for my American Lit CLEP and keep adding all of these books I’m reading about to my Goodreads. So many of them look great (although a lot of them are banned). Here’s the shelf I’m putting them on. Have you read any of them? I own a few of them, just because our family has always been interested in the classics, but I don’t think I’ve read any of them. I’ve always wanted to read classics but the writing always is too bogged down for my taste. I’m working on reading more classics, though. Let’s see if it happens this year.
(Studying and texting a friend – musical interlude)
11:51am: Well I need to leave now. I need to find a beanie at Target and my stomach is growling (and I’m a poor college student, so I have no money, so my stomach will have to wait ’til I get home). I’m not even going to edit this. Plus, I think it’s finally time for me to order my drink. A venti Java Chip, please. I have a reward and I’m getting ALL of my money’s worth.
*flings blog post into the void*
EDIT: My mom wants you all to know that she recognized our friends’ backs (one point for her) and I’d like to clear up the fact that I didn’t spend any money today. It occurred to me that it probably sounded weird that I said I didn’t have money to feed myself but had enough money to buy a Starbucks drink and get a beanie at Target. (“She needs to sort out her priorities!”) To clarify: I had a reward for a free drink (which I said I used, and I did, and it was delicious), and I had a giftcard for Target (which I didn’t use because my head is too round for beanies – darn).