Cafe Small Talk

Last Monday I stopped at Borders to browse. After wandering for a bit, I bought an inexpensive spiral-bound notebook and sat in the cafe.

Across from me, a woman in tie-dye sportswear scribbled in little note-cards. Nearby, a man studied intently, surrounded by books and papers. He looked about thirty—his face was determined and his jaw was square.  His buzz cut gave a military vibe. The woman asked him for the time, because her watch was set to a different time zone.  She asked what he was studying. ‘Nursing,’ he replied, and politely answered her questions till she returned to her note-cards.

After observing complete strangers and filling three pages, I gathered my things and drove home.


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