Another day of reading nursing textbooks, another day spent with F at Starbucks. Topics of conversation included movies, Kosher hot dogs, and movies. She heard a movie called "21" is good and she wants to go see it. Hmm, is this "21 Jump Street," or "21," the 2008 movie about gambling scams (that was cast with Caucasian lead actors even though the students from MIT who did it were Asian but don't get me started on Hollywood racism)? Whatever, neither are playing in theaters anymore. I tried to break it to her gently, but she insisted she was going to go see it, whatever it is she was talking about. When F and I get to know each other better, I'm going to ask to listen to her heart valve sounds. Is that weird? My boundaries of impropriety are diminishing.
There is another guy who comes by, sits with a newspaper and coffee, and dozes off after a few minutes of reading. This time he edged his way into chatting with us about good movies to see. F and I welcomed him with open arms into our chit-chat. He's somewhere in his 50's I presume. What's his story? Why is he falling asleep at the corner Starbucks? Does he have family at home but he wanders over here once in a while just to get some peace and white-noise-in-the-background quiet? I could ask him, I guess, but the mystery of it all is much more fun. He recommends seeing "The Call" with Halle Berry.
Other than Dozing Reader Guy, I didn't enjoy my fellow patrons.
I had no choice but to take this photo.
This guy, who I admit is wearing some snazzy threads, sat down after I arrived and met with this woman for a casual business meeting of some sort. From their conversation I gathered he was interviewing her for something, perhaps setting up a meeting with someone he knew?... Beyond that, I can't tell you anything because he talked about himself THE ENTIRE TIME. He is a lawyer, he went wherever on vacation, he went to a cool party blah blah nobody cares blah. He said all of this with a full-volume booming outside voice. And at the end of him talking about himself, he said it was nice getting to know her and he would be happy to help her. But he learned nothing about her! He never gave her a chance to talk. Lesson to be learned: if you want a man to like you, let him talk about himself. Perhaps this is why I like pretty much everybody I meet.
Then this little girl kept touching me. I pulled out my phone and took her photo in the hopes it would freak out her mom, but no. Mom thought it was cute. Aw. Go away. Although please observe the guy in the background, with his awesome shoes. He spoke very politely in hushed-voice Brazilian Portuguese, which sounds like a mix of Spanish and German with a lot of "oosh" sounds at the end of words. He was not participating in Annoying People Day. He made that Starbucks a little cooler.
Also not annoying, Boy With The Hat was back. Again he sat all afternoon, again by himself, this time with his shirt buttoned up to the collar. Today's activity: tearing a cardboard sleeve into one long thin spiral, like Meg Ryan peeling an apple in "You've Got Mail," except not as romantic.
I am so sick of reading textbooks. Hopefully by the time I'm 40 I'll feel like a grown-up.