Observations from Starbucks

Fifties, dressed in black. 

Looks are fading, but still hot. 

In shape, friendly, confident. 

Poised.

Grande soy cappuccino.

Cute, little old lady.

Dressed in jeans and oversized sweatshirt.

Much cuter than she would be.

In a dress.

Medium dark roast with soy milk and one Splenda.

Father and son, so amazing.

He won’t remember this day.

But it will be in there somewhere.

Outings and errands with Dad.

Caramel macchiato and cinnamon hot chocolate.

Fat girl with a great ass.

Big, shapely ass.

Stretchy yoga pants.

Thank you.

Triple grande soy cappuccino.

Ignored little girl.

Walks around in front of father and begins a speech.

He tunes her out.

Cell phone.

French roast.

Plump Nordic woman in yoga pants.

Mama like.

I suppose that should be Daddy like.

But that sounds creepy.

Skinny vanilla latte.

Dad carrying little girl.

She sits on his arm like it’s a tree branch.

I could carry her that way for … oh, thirty seconds.

Okay, five seconds.

Two orange juices.

Little boy in superman sweatshirt.

I would.

Marry them off.

Right now.

Root beer.

These two.  They’re ‘adults’.

He has his own business.

She’s sporty and driven.

Blech.

Iced venti Starbucks double shot, light ice, nonfat milk, four pumps of sugar free hazelnut and tall iced dirty soy chai.

Mexican couple.

Casual and comfortable.

I’ll bet they’re much happier.

I’d hang out with them.

Caramel frappuccino and vanilla bean frappuccino.

Betty Boop purse.

Where is her popularity coming from?

Sparkles on everything.

Purse, glasses, her ass.

Small drip coffee.

Rumpled woman.

Rumpled shirt.  Rumpled skirt.

I mean, if I can make an effort.

Anyone can.

Unsweetened iced green tea latte.

Robot girl is skinny, dressed in leather.

Walks smoothly and with purpose, like she has books on her head.

Crosses her feet while standing in place.

Swivels.

Grande iced coffee with a pump of toffee nut and whole milk.

Sweater over yoga pants equals awesome.

The sexy of knowing that ass is right there.

With the modesty of the girl next door.

Dreamy.

Vanilla soy latte.

That Asian woman has been there this whole time.

Nerdy countenance.

Strong work ethic.

The ability to disappear at will.

Drink unknown.

Faded jeans and T-shirt.

Cool, big afro.

Seventies-tastic.

Right on.

Grande Americano.

And me.

In an apron.

Serving drinks.

For another seven hours.

Water.