Observations Made From a Two Top In a Coffee Franchise Shop

old man in boots, someone who could be a construction worker (make that two someones), sorority girl with Mac, hipster girls with books, guy of questionable sexuality

Me sitting, of course in the midst. (My salted caramel mocha latte and double espresso in hand.)

Rather presumptive, stereotypical, harsh of me to be writing here, and writing as I am. They say that our observations say more about us than the observations say more about us than those we are observing. Who says that? Just me, I suppose. But if you get a citation for that phrase, do let me know.

girl who couldn’t be bothered to change out of her yoga pants

older man now attempting to plug in his laptop with some difficulty

I am not making judgments, I am calling it as I see it. My sight may be more biased than yours–I know. It’s how all our sight is.

The coffeehouse culture has sadly been liquidated. Good, say the “liberals” (and here I mean those who believe everyone should have access to everything all the time; not the political side of things).

business woman in button down and gray dress pants–rephrase: intern

And not that I stand for inherent inequality. Not at all. I just wish I had a community to go to–not a disjointed representation of modernity.

girl who can’t change out of yoga pants, take two

We all sit in this little cafe and no one says a word to the other. I am furtively writing, the older man got his computer running, and where the hell did the man in the boots go?

enter frat stars

followed by a tall blond intern

I forgot to ask for my salted caramel mocha over ice. I will have the grainy coffee taste forever.

enter older gentlemen who were probably drinking their black coffee every morning before my parents were born

Ah, how the demographic has changed. Or demolished. Destroyed, I suppose. Coffeehouses are no longer a writer’s center of community. Just another facsimile of the feel of togetherness. Old people, young people, we all drink coffee. But none of us can speak to each other.

exit hipster girls

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