Tuesday, September 9, 2014
The Coffee Shop Chronicles No. 17
Is it wrong for a lone person to sit at a table for five in an outdoor seating area?
There was another table available, a table made for two, and I felt sort of bad not taking it. It was located in the hot, bright sun and I wasn't interested in getting sweaty before my morning of writing and antique hunting had even begun.
I was made aware that it was wrong when a dark haired lady in her fifties came out the door of the coffee shop and glanced over at the spacious five seat table and saw me seating there. A look of mild disgust came over her face. She had been part of a group of three ladies that were in the order line behind me. I am sure they had noticed the empty table on their way into the coffee shop and had made plans to enjoy their conversation there. She had to settle for the two seat table that I had rejected, snatching an extra silver metal chair from a nearby five seat table that a young couple was encamped at. She positioned herself at the two seater so that she could still keep an eye on me, hoping that I would get her unspoken message and move along. Thankfully for me, a group of four businessmen vacated the five seater next to me. The Glaring Lady quickly gathered up her beige, faux leather satchel style handbag which she had securely attached to the metal chairs of her chair and pounced on the vacant table before some other lone interloper showed up to claim it.
I arrived at the coffee shop at twenty past nine. I figured it would be packed. Every mother within a fifty mile radius eager to get out of the house and reconnect with all her mom friends. You see this was the first day of a new school year.
I was quite surprised when I walked into the coffee shop and there was no one in line and the front seating area was fairly empty.
I stepped up to the order counter to place my order for a Grande Chai Latte, yes back to the Grande size. I had a full morning of antique hunting ahead of me and I needed the extra hydration and sugar. A new boy was behind the register, must not be Miss Pony Tail's shift this morning. This boy had a skateboarder look about him, right down to the skateboarder hair cut and the red skateboarder shoes. I knew he was new when an "oops" escaped his lips after he entered in my payment for my chai. He did great up until that point. I asked him if he was still in training and he said "Yah". Fortunately he knew how to fix his mistake, except that he had to call up the order on the screen again to figure out my change. The total was $4.65 and I gave him a five dollar bill. I could see the wheels sluggishly turning in his head trying to figure it out. I also noticed his fingers counting on the granite countertop. I wanted to lean over and say "you owe me 35 cents", but I didn't, choosing instead to let him figure it out by himself.
My change safely in hand I walked to the end of the pickup counter. There were two Baristas working today, I guess they thought they would be busy too. Unfortunately neither one of them was the boy with the Johnny Depp hair. Rather nondescript people not worthy of a story.
I went outside to spread out my writing utensils at my lovely, round five seat table in the shade, and began writing the day's tale.