Thoughts Inside a Starbucks Before 8am

March 5, 2010

They asked my name this morning. Said, “Okay, you’re coming in like everyday, we need to get your name”. So I gave them my real name, what the heck, doesn’t hurt to be known right?

But I have to admit I slightly recoiled at the question —my name? you want to know my name? you want to know who I am? If I wanted to go to a place where I was known, I would go write at my parents-in-law’s house. I come to Starbucks to be unknown. I come here to sit quietly in a corner and type type type. I don’t want to chit-chat. And nothing against chit-chating or the ones who would do the chit-chatting, it’s just that I’m here to work. Anyways.

I picked up the garden state soundtrack at half-price books last night for a dollar. A single dollar. One dollar bill. pretty good. And the thing is that I already had this sound track but couldn’t remember where I put it —I think it’s on some external drive somewhere up in my closet— so the question became, is the time I would take to search through my closet for the external drive, dig through that drive, transfer those songs to my laptop, then transfer those same songs from my laptop to my ipod…is all of that time worth more than a dollar? Answer, yes. So I bought the CD. I’m listening to it right now, as a matter of fact. “everyone’s saying different things to me, different things to me…”


One Response to “Thoughts Inside a Starbucks Before 8am”

  1. janessica Says:

    I would start going to a different Starbucks.

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