People are very interesting.
I've found that by silently watching people's behaviors and actions,
it actually tells a lot more about who they are as a person.
It's interesting that I'm the one sitting and watching,
when usually i'm the one jabbering all over the place,
completely unaware of other people's thoughts or feelings.
Being a barista at [a very well known coffee shop] has really cultured me.
I get to see hundreds of people a day,
all with a different story,
but they all seem to meet together
[or barely miss eachother]
at my particular shop.
For instance, there is a woman with a red beret that comes in;
orders a non-fat double grande eggnog latte with whip but no sprinkles,
everyday.
I've talked to her a few times briefly,
but i've gathered that she recently returned from france.
To escape the <
she hid inside a women's bathroom stall,
where she almost got caught when her cell phone rang.
After almost an hour of her hand covering her dog's mouth,
she stepped out of the red stall,
and cleaned the dirt off of her new Versace stilhuetto's,
and proceeded to the nearest boutique to continue shopping.
Why was she hiding, you ask?
Because her dog that she was babysitting
[for her parents]
pooped next to a statue,
while she was smoking a cigarette, without her notice.
Is the story true?
Probably not.
But i have to say that with every customer,
it's a little mental vacation.
It's like watching the trailers to their
"My Life, According To Me" movie.
Plus,
it gives me something to write about.
Matty B.
