A Day at Starbucks

I'm currently sitting at a wonderful San Diego Starbucks. With views of the city and the water in the distant, who wouldn't want to take a little time to enjoy an overpriced cup of coffee?

I love people watching at Starbucks. There is an older woman---at least in her 70's sitting here, with her new mac and her purple Ipod Shuffle. She's so savvy. I hope to be as savvy one day. She seems to be a regular here, or just really friendly.

There's a little girl of about 4 delicately eating a cup of rainbow frozen yogurt from TCBY while her mom gingerly sips on a White Mocha. The little girls face is covered in various colors. Her mother is ferversly trying to keep those little cheeks clean.

It's not working.

The older woman has just exchanged numbers with a dapper older gentleman in a very nice suit.

Another older woman enters the picture. This woman is giving way to much information to the public. She uses sensodine. She spent a majority of the day in the bathroom. She isn't getting enough to live on from Social Security. She's had a brain aneurysm.

That's a lot of information to learn in 30 seconds.

The little girl just told her mother that she is beautiful. All the time.

She then spilled a majority of her fro-yo down the leg of her mother's pants.

Kids have the best comedic timing.

The musical selections of Starbucks are usually quite good. Today I have to say, very good. It may be because they just played a rendition of Uncle Jesse's song to Rebecca on Full House. The Baristas were talking about it and I of course could confirm.

How random.