Coffee Spills

What I hear and see and think about at the coffee shops I patronize.
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Saturday, February 10, 2007

A very trusting group

Today I stopped at a Starbucks after running some errands. Most of the people in the seating area appeared to be OSU students--maybe 18-23 years old--all but one with laptops on the table. I could overhear the phone conversations of the men in front and behind me. One young lady across from me was well-mannered and took her cell phone calls out side--and it is bitterly cold today. However, I noticed when she went to the rest room in the back of the store (a long way from seating because it is a very long, narrow room) she left her bag with her laptop and purse open on the chair, her i-pod on the table, and her cell phone sitting on top of her text books. Another young lady came blowing in the door about the time the other one left, settled her self at a table, putting her huge bag with computer and books on the floor, and walked to the back (completely out of sight of the seating area) to place her order. I either look like a security guard or a very safe old lady.

What I heard at the Starbucks

I hear ya talking
on your new cell phone.
I hear ya talking
with your rockin' ring tone.

You talk and you talk,
what could be so grand?
You talk and you talk
about tonight's party plan.

Flirting with the ladies,
calling two or four.
Flirting with the ladies,
They should toss you out the door.

I hear ya talking,
You're a lonely S.O.B.
I hear ya talking,
with tears in your cold coffee.

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  • At 15 February, 2007 19:44, Blogger Paul said…

    Seems like a kind of Starbuck's protest rock anthem.

    Have you thought of music for it?

  • At 16 February, 2007 07:17, Blogger Live, Love, Laugh said…

    lol! this post made me laugh! My daughter locks her car with her keys in the ignition and purse in the front floorboard. I try to tell her there are alot of car burglaries at the local restaurants and mall. She won't listen, I wonder what she thinks I do for a living, that should give me some credibility. Oh well, they'll learn.


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