I rarely visit a Starbucks. Personally I can't stomach the coffee. It is far to strong for my taste buds. Additionally, the customer orders seem to
have morphed into individual chemistry experiments leading to amazing waiting on line. I was forced into a Starbucks the other day as my Daughter and
I were hanging out.
I'm a little leery writing this next section but I'll give it a go. I am certain I do not posess the ability to decipher one's political
affiliation with one's outward appearance.
As I sat in a comfortable leather chair waiting for my Daughter to return with her concoction, I began to scan the rest of the patrons.
To my left sat a woman reading a book. She was deeply concentrating on her read and probably didn't realize she was occupying a table for six all by
her lonesome. I had trouble making out the title but I could make out a picture of Bush on the cover. My Daughter and her 20/15 vision arrived and she
was able to tell me the title. "Is our Children Learning"
Now that I had my "spotter" in the other leather chair it was time to continue the scan. Standing on line were two young males. Perhaps they were
related because they looked and dressed very alike. Both we early 20's, both wearing knee length shorts. The shorts seemed strange since it was in
the mid 20's in Andover, Mass. that day. Both had ponytails, both had beards, one of the two wore one of those multi-colored knit hats I would
describe as a reggae look. I can't pass judgement here but I'm hard pressed to see these young men pulling the lever for say McCain. I thought to
mysel, "Ron Paul or Barrack for these two."
I felt the nudge of my Daughter's foot. She nodded her head in a direction to our right. There stood Mr. Oblivious. Probably in his early fifties,
thin build, gray hair and glasses perched on the end of his nose. He was standing rather than sitting at a table for four. His grande' experimento
whatever was sitting on the table. In his left hand was the NY Times and in his right was a muffin of some kind. I'm not sure in technical terms if
more of the muffin was hitting the floor or entering his mouth. He read and ate voraciously unaware of the crumb and chunk pile growing at his feet.
He shoveled, read, sipped the experiment, shoveled and so on. When he was finished, he tossed the paper on the table, left the rest of the experiment
and flipped the now empty muffin wrapper on top of the whole pile. He then proceeded to leave. "Hey, how bout' cleaning up after yourself dip
****!" I thought to myself.
My Daughter and I became engrossed in our own conversation and my observations of the crowd subsided.
So my questions:
Is Starbucks a popular haunt for a certain political affiliation?
Do you go to Starbucks?
Care to share your affiliation?
Just some early morning thoughts to generate some dialogue, nothing more, nothing less.