I am so glad I have the coffee shop right next door to my apartment. If I didn't have that I would certainly look pathetic as far as my weekends go. As long as I've got the apartment next to the coffee shop I always have something to tell people when they ask me what I did over the weekend and it seems like being present at the coffee shop on Saturday satisfies the assumption that I hold value as an human being. They don't want to hear about who I talk to just that I was involved in doing something productive. This actually makes me sound somewhat pathetic but not really. I enjoy showing up and having the the coffee guys fill my order without me even having to let them know what I want. This morning I actually stopped by the table by the door which has all the fixings to make your coffee a little bit more enjoyable you know like the cream and the sugars and the creamers and all that kind of stuff and I pick up two packs of pink sugar substitute stuff- I should know what it's called but I can't remember it right now - - which I will hand to the kid behind the counter to help with my coffee what I need to remember is too also let the kid know that I need to have some sort of white stuff put in my coffee you know milk, creamer, half and half whatever. Takes the edge off the coffee. I usually have Italian Roast when it's available but today I went with French roast. It's not like I really know the difference except for I do like Italian flavor-wise. They don't have Italian every time I'm there so I default the French which is just as good in so many ways.
Once I pay for my coffee I Wander over to a table that is open and then they will bring my coffee over when it's done. Then I just sit back and watch Folks at the table sit in the hammer away. It's the same people every week the same people said at the same long table. I once asked why this was the case and it's one of the folks told me that they all used to work together and I've had coffee together as a group for years if not decades. Is there a raggedy and frizzly group but they seem to get along well telling the same jokes every week or talking about the same experiences every week or in general just getting politically verbal. It's pretty interesting. I like to be invisible as possible sometimes I even right down thier comments to use in my own writing when I need to have some sort of dialogue and what I'm writing about. I think it makes the whole process sound a bit more authentic. Then, all of a sudden, as if On Cue everyone begins to stand up and say their goodbyes and head out into the morning. It's almost an hour exactly. Not far away from where this group was sitting is another long table of folks drinking coffee and in 10 minutes they get up and leave and what was the really busy little morning is now somewhat quiet and lonely. I take that as my cue to leave. I still have 3/4 of a cup of coffee which I'll take home and nurse for the rest of the day if not weekend. I like Saturday mornings at the coffee shop it's too bad I look so pathetically alone …