I study in style when I can. Coffeehouses are where I like to go, especially ones that aren’t chains. Today was a day I studied in style.
I sat outside sipping on a medium coffee in the crisp fall air reading about the good society for comparative politics. A like-minded student sat at the table across from me reading a 400 page, hardcover, black text book. As I’d look up to take another sip of coffee, I’d see him gaze off into the distance. We never let our gazes brush as we engrossed ourselves elegantly in our work. We are the quiet people.
Two women walked out of the pizza place next door and strutted down the sidewalk.
“My dad uses the EMPTY COUNTRY BUTTER containers as TUPPERWARES!”
“Oh yeah, that’s funny!”
“NO! I HATE it because I open the fridge and I open the thing thinking it’s BUTTER AND IT’S NOT!”
I began to smile. This conversation was so ridiculous to me – along with many others. They didn’t intend for me to hear their daily banter.
The student across from me glanced up, raised an eyebrow playfully and smiled at the Country-Butter-talkers.
Beware, ye loud talkers. You are the melodrama us quiet people watch.
sachikorose 