The Starbucks Cup
Thursday afternoon, I spontaneously entered Starbucks. I needed to kill two hours and updated some documents. The quick and easy choice is Starbucks around the corner, I can be sure of nice coffee, comfortable seats and … wifi.
Without much thoughts, with a flat white in my hand, I quickly find a seat, set up my laptop, connect to wifi and start my work.
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I am very proud of myself, I am focused and productive and that does’t happen that often…. But then a triple chocolate muffin and a tall Starbucks cup appears in my peripheral vision. Aaaand… my focus is gone… I look at its owner, its a middle aged, average size, average dressed men, sipping his coffee from a cup that says “Peter”. Hi Peter! So here I am trying to get my focus back, sharing a table with Peter, and wishing we would also share that muffin.
I look around and see this interesting scene.
There are businessman and women clearly having a work or project related discussion. A men and a women discussing a, I guess very interesting project, but her focusing on flirting with him. There are two girls with a scarf covering their heads studying something. A muslim couple speaking perfect British English having a very cultural but at the same time intimate and romantic conversation. Next to them is a couple laying on the couch, feeling like home and being all over each other. And just now, two suited up young man entered, looked around with arrogant looks and left, because they could not find a seat.
As a cherry on top, me wearing my sweatpants, no makeup with my laptop on…. well, my lap, staring at all of them.
And we all are holding a cup with our name, or what the barista thought our name is.
…. Discuss! ;)
