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Name: Crazy Bitch
Home: Portland, Oregon, United States
About Me: I've always enjoyed writing, so long as it's something I know about - like me. I'm a student. A mother. A sister. A homeowner. A perfectionist. I try to keep them as separate as possible, but sometimes they intertwine - which is NEVER a good thing. I love shoes. I love dancing, although I don't really know how. I love loud music, bonfires and the occasional glass of beer. I love my family. I love my life. And ever so slowly, I'm learning to love myself.
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| Pickle's Cafe |
| Tuesday, October 18, 2005 |
I found this perfect little coffee shop out here in the suburbs. The atmosphere is fabulous, the coffee is cheap. I thought - this is the place to meet people more like me. So, Monday afternoon I parked myself on the couch and watched. Nobody of interest came in. In fact, it was pretty dead.
Wednesday afternoon, I tried again. Nada.
Friday morning - the barísta said Friday was the busy day - I could barely find a seat. The people? 50 something women having their weekly gossip. Men grabbing coffee before they head to their construction jobs. The local sheriff. Women pushing baby strollers. Unapproachable couples. By 11 am the place was dead. Again. Just like before.
"Oh, but the weekends are busy too", said the barísta.
Saturday afternoon I dragged Husband to my coffee shop.
Me - isn't this fabulous?
Him - looks like a coffee shop to me.
And there sat a woman with her books and her laptop. Someone more like me. But this time I was the unapproachable couple. And she left the coffee shop, without saying hello.
I may never meet that someone more like me.
Because Saturdays aren't my own. |
posted by Crazy Bitch @ 9:00 AM   |
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