I like going to my local coffee shop and witnessing the same routine every day. I see the barista there more than my friends. This has become uncomfortable because I've to make up increasingly elaborate stories when she asks, "how's it going?". Even my mom has not cared about my well-being so much. Once I grab my coffee and walk deeper into the rectangular space, I see all the familiar faces. There is the couple at the bar enthusiastically yearning for the approval of the cabal of baristas who decide what and who is cool in here. The people who come here to read and talk about the bible are always shepherded to the same corner spot by divine forces. In the past year or so, the new archetype that I've seen is the girl reading the book Attached about attachment styles in relationships. All of this makes for a rare set of predictable patterns of behavior in a city that is lacking in public spaces.
This was a weird gut punch. Twice a week, I walk to the same Starbucks and it's the same collection of people: the elderly couples with their dogs outside, the elder gentleman writing in the corner, and the same baristas. One of them wears a black hat with badges on it.
I find the predictability of it rather endearing at times and boring other times
> I see the barista there more than my friends.
This was a weird gut punch. Twice a week, I walk to the same Starbucks and it's the same collection of people: the elderly couples with their dogs outside, the elder gentleman writing in the corner, and the same baristas. One of them wears a black hat with badges on it.