on a recent sunday evening the hippie coffee shop in the yuppie neighborhood was full of a stereotypical mish mash of clevelanders.
- in front of me was the ADD male 25 year old striped button down male - the laptop was there but he sure wasn't using it. instead he was playing the imaginary drums on the table, looking around for the next cute girl to walk in ordering a non-fat vanilla latte. he was probably still coming down from the night before.
- a large round table was taken over by the overly educated affluent mid 30's married couple (large 3 carat rock on her finger for proof). two macbooks on the table, work blackberry and personal iphone, the new york times strewn over the plain dealer and a well worn kurt vonnegut book resting by a mug of dark roast.
- the table to my left was the most entertaining to observe. apparently there is a scrabble tournament in the upcoming weeks, because a couple of 20 somethings were role playing word situations over and over again. there were timers, rule books, dictionaries, and tournament schedules. these iced tea drinkers were spewing out words that i didn't even know existed. i feel bad saying this but these people were n-e-r-d-s. like awkward no social skills nerds. but hey, nerd love is still love - in the purest form.
- there's the cute newlywed couple reading cleveland magazine and drinking french press coffee and although they are sitting in separate chairs they are never not touching each other.
- a boy probably around my age who isn't drinking anything actually, just rockin' out with his ipod as if no one is watching. for whatever reason i imagine that he is listening to kelly clarkson's 'since you've been gone' or fergie's 'clumsy'. he's wearing a skull cap, sweatpants, flip flops (even though it is january), and i kind of want to asking him to blow this popsicle stand and walk across the street to maproom to watch football and drink beer. of course i don't.
- a business man who is in a full suit even though it's sunday evening, drinking coffee from a to-go cup even though it's obvious he isn't going anywhere.
- the frosted blonde in the "PINK" sweatpants and uggs drinking a mocha latte while constantly clicking away on her sidekick. she has that i'm too cool to be at a coffee shop air about her, but i bet she's a regular. sadly, she seems kind of lonely.
and then there is the blogger, slouching in her university of dayton hooded sweatshirt and birkenstock clogs that she has had since 1996. sipping on a dirty chai latte while wearing her glasses cause she accidentally slept in her contacts the night before. she is "working" but in all reality she is clearing out her google reader, updating her twitter feed and watching everyone around her.
probably watching you...
does anyone have a coffee shop like this around you, or am i the only lucky one? if so what's your role?