Coffee Spills

What I hear and see and think about at the coffee shops I patronize.
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Thursday, February 17, 2005

Words in the mirror

Do you sometimes hear yourself in the voices of other people? This morning at the coffee shop a woman and young girl--maybe about 9 or 10--sat at the next table. The girl took her seat first and the mother (I assume) brought the drinks and a bagel to share. Here's what I overheard:

"Come on, come on."
"Hurry up."
"Don't dawdle."
"Let's get going here."

The girl didn't say anything--and this was all said in about 90 seconds. Then the mother pulled out some papers--I thought she was doing some office work, but I think from the conversation she was grading her daughter's spelling. She continued:

"Come on."
"Don't worry about that"
"Zip up your coat."

What a way to start the day--for both of them. I think I'll call my 30-something kids and apologize.


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