The Joys of Organic Milk

Writing at Starbucks has its drawbacks (see the earlier post - Yes, Lady at Starbucks), but it also has its benefits. Today I was stalked by a precious little Spanish girl who was enjoying a carton of organic milk and a cookie. She wouldn't stop staring at me, and at one point she literally laid across the table to get my attention. So, I gave her a smile and took her picture. (No, it wasn't all creepy - I asked her mom's permission before taking the pictures). On second thought, is that still creepy? Whatever!  

Yes, Lady at Starbucks, I Hear You

Yes, lady at Starbucks, I hear you. Everyone does. How could I not?

When you walked in the front door, I heard your flaming orange blazer announce your arrival. When you came and sat down at the next table over, I heard the hard screechy slide of your chair across the tiles. I know, chairs are heavy. I’m sure you don’t have a great deal of experience moving them, as someone usually pulls them out for you. I also heard the loud rap your keys made when you smacked them on the tabletop. Who knew keys slammed down aggressively on a pressed wood table could produce that many decibels?

“Oh my God, Cindy, I know.” Yes, I overheard your cell phone conversation. Don’t be angry with me for eavesdropping though. I swear I turned up the music on my iPod as loud as it would go, but I just couldn’t drown you out. Sorry. One quick note, though. About the other conversation you are having at the same time with that guy you came in with. He is only about a foot and a half away from you. Just wasn’t sure you could tell.