It is amazing what you can observe while drinking a *peppermint mocha from the leather chair in the corner of the neighborhood coffee shop.
Today I saw:
>a small child in a full karate uniform sucking his thumb as he walked by my table (on his way to a stressful class and grabbing a small bit of comfort on the way, perhaps?)
>a runner soaked in sweat ordering a hot coffee while continuing to bounce from one foot to the other and then trying to continue his run without spilling.
>an older woman dressed in an exquisite pair of thigh high patent leather boots (in spite of the facial wrinkles telling her age, actually sort of pulling off the look!)
I overheard (not by choice):
> an angry, one-sided cell phone call
>a man listing (for over an hour) all the things he disliked about his wife to another woman
>two friends reuniting after a long time and sharing all the news of who was dead, sick, dying of cancer, divorced, and looking for work. They had no idea how loudly they were talking. I was glad I was from another town and didn't know any of those people! In some cases, they used first and last names of people without even a clue that someone related could have been sitting at the next table!
>a businessman ordering high tech products with lots of code numbers and acronyms by cell phone
>a well-dressed man calling his wife to say he was still at the office and would be home late (how did he account for the Miles Davis playing in the background?)
>a young mom asking her toddlers what they wanted and becoming increasingly frustrated when they couldn't decide between chocolate milk and hot chocolate
After a while, I tuned out everything except for Miles Davis and closed my eyes while the peppermint and chocolate flavors lingered in my mouth.
(*Espresso, steamed milk, mocha sauce and peppermint flavored syrup, topped with sweetened whipped cream and dark chocolate curls)
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