People Watching

I'm sitting here in what I have now officially dubbed my third office. It's a Seattle's Best in a Border's Store around my house. I sit in here at least once a week (sometimes three times). I enjoy it. There is constant movement which helps me have a reason for drifting in off in thought. The chocolate javakula brings me closer to God (seriously, I think they may be serving it right now to the Angel's). A little boy just bought a glazed over something that I am sure is about 9000 calories....dang it, it was the last one.

People from all walks show up here. Married, dating, single. Straight, gay. Black, white, hispanic. Rich, poor. Young and old. I try to figure out their stories just by how they carry themselves and how they treat the girls working the cafe. (I know, this could make me a dork but whatever.)

Earlier I had a thought that was pretty challenging. "What if someone was sitting in a cafe and was trying to figure me out?" What would their conclusion be? Do I beam with the love of God? Is my love evident to all? Did I treat the lady making my javakula with respect? Did she feel valued as a human being?

I don't know...I think they are making more cinnamon rolls...I have to get in line.

Heart and Soul,
BAG
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