This morning I went for a nice walk. I almost always end up in a coffee shop sometime during my walks. Coffee shops draw me in. They are full of people and people are interesting! Everyone of them has a story. Sitting across from me was a man with shining white hair. He was bent over his newspaper and chasing down his seeded bagel with warm coffee. I wondered what he did for a living when he was working. Is he married? Is he widowed? What did he look like when he was a little boy? Where did he live? What is his story?
The man in front of me was graying, but not retired. He had his work papers spread out before him and he looked entirely too serious for that time of the morning. He had a real coffee cup, not a paper one. He had on a nice dress shirt, Dockers, matching socks and black dress shoes. He could be a lawyer or even a teacher. I try to guess.
As I sipped my coffee I watched two girls behind the counter making a tall whip creamy chocolate drink for a young girl who looked to be a track star. Miss track star left and more customers poured in. None of them stayed, all left for work or play.
There was one more man sitting on the couch. His white curly beard was out of control. He had a vacant stare as he drank his coffee slowly. I wondered about him. Another man sat down on the couch across from him and Mr. Vacant began talking to him. He chatted about the hot summer forecast.. The other man barely listened to him. Mr. Vacant went back to his vacant stare. I felt sorry for him. Did he have family? Did anyone care about him?
That was my coffee shop morning. It was full of stories. stories of people whose lives I peeked into as I sat drinking my coffee.