I feel like if world peace were instated, we’d all be more productive.
Because then we’d never be interrupted from a flurry of productivity in a coffee shop because the couple next to us is arguing and all of a sudden we’re too busy eavesdropping to get anything else done.
I always find it comical when someone smashes their face up against a coffee shop window to gauge space and ambiance.
Uhhh, those of us inside can see you. It is one of those window things, not a one-way mirror.
So you’re in a crowded coffee shop, the barista is racing around behind the bar, and when your drink comes up, you find a small, thin, black hair in your latte … What do you do?
Send it back or suck it up?
Sitting in a coffeeshop on a cloudy, 65-degree day. Dad and son (maybe three years old) walk in to meet up with Mom who’s sitting at the table next to me. Her first comment, uttered with mild frustration and disbelief: “You dressed him in shorts?!” The response, slightly sheepish, but mostly defiant: “Well I’m wearing shorts …”