August 24, 2008 2 Comments
I needed to find a place to work for a few hours on Saturday. My son was working with his college counsellor and she told us that his attitude and effort improve dramatically when parents are nowhere to be found.
I ended up at the Starbucks on Main near Chicago Ave. in Evanston a little after noon. Only a handful of people were there when I arrived but it seems that if you keep your eyes open there will always be things to see.
First, the guy behind the counter. He was energy, happiness and playfulness. He engaged every customer. The more laid back among them expecting to quietly get their caffeine of choice were a bit taken aback but quickly pulled into his spell. I imagined that he was making the best of a job that at least on a Saturday afternoon lacked stimulation.
I found a table near the window looking onto the street and facing the door. I like to be able to see what’s going on.
Three sightings of note. First the thinnest woman I have ever seen. Her arms and legs were painfully thin. You could see the veins easily through her skin. She looked as if a stiff breeze would break her. She looked to be in her late 20s maybe 5’6″. Her face and hair were normally proportioned but I wonder what is causing the stick legs and arms.
I little later a man walking a dog passed by the window. The small dog was limping, poor thing. The counter guy knew the dog and owner and shared that the dog had a broken foot. One that was not going to heal. The owner had adopted him with the condition. That man is a mench.
Lastly was a young man in his late 20s or early 30s sitting with his son who looked 4 or 5. A second man walked into the store and the young guy said “hey I recognize you, you sold us our condo.” Man #2 stopped to chat out of courtesy. He must have asked something innocuous such as “how is the condo”. That can be a mistake. For the next 10 minutes Man #2 listened to the story of how man#1 is having trouble with his wife. They are separated but trying to work things out, they were young when they first got together, yadda, yadda, yadda. Far more personal information than he was expecting. I never know in those situations if I feel more sorry for the guy listening or the guy who feels so badly that he must share his sad tale with anyone who will listen.
That was my first Saturday afternoon at a Starbucks. I may do this again just to observe a different slice of the world.