I am a people watcher by nature. This being said, it is no wonder I love to study at Starbucks. Living in a college town, the scene at Starbucks is usually the same most every night I venture in. The people are usually different but the groups are almost always the same. Here are some of the groups I seem to observe every time I visit:
1. Laptops-
Laptops are by far the biggest patrons of Starbucks. Being in a college town I can never count less than 6-8 laptops resting on the tables. Dell and HP seem to be the microprossessor of choice in this particular Starbucks although occasionally an Apple walks in and then leaves with a venti sized drink.
2. The "Daring" Dresser-
There is always one black sheep in the apparel department. Tonight the award went to a guy I saw in tight skinny jeans and a purple Beret. I need not say more.
*Confession Note*- I did put my phone on vibrate and took a silent snap-shot of this kid to show off later at work. Sorry, I just couldn't help myself.
3. The "Starry-Eyed" Lovers-
There is always, of course, the loving college couple sitting close and holding hands while whispering over a shared cup of coffee about who knows what. What was it we talked about when we were 21? I think it had everything to do with seeing and changing the world and nothing to do with minivans and the benefits of heated seats during Indiana winters.
4. The "Regulars"-
Let us not forget the ever-faithful "regulars" to Starbucks. There is one IWU professor whom I am pretty sure wins the award for perfect attendance. Because I see him there every night I visit and because my nights of visitation are so random, maybe once or twice a week at best, I can only assume he must be there every night. I am also pretty sure that he follows the golden rule of the "regulars" by ordering the same thing every time. I know this because he just hands the barristas the cash and they mix up the drinks, always two, one hot and one cold, in no time flat. They do this so quickly it is almost as if they made the drinks ahead of time anticipating his arrival. There is rarely any speaking done in this whole process, especially in the form of ordering. They have it down to a well rehearsed java dance.
5. The Loud Know-It-All-Draw-Attention-To-Myself Patron-
You know this guy. We can all hear him before we can actually see him. This sort of patron can also be found at any bar. However, no alcohol is usuallly needed to push the private liberal-arts college student over the edge into know-it-all territory. It just takes throwing back a few grande lattes and the next thing you know they are spewing out all sorts of large hyphenated words and talking about the socio-econimic downfall of America. Gradually they move into the realms of philosophy, religion, and politics. They subject all of those within earshot to their verbal banter. They usually finish when they think they have impressed everyone around them with their superior knowledge of the world and how it functions or dysfunctions. Little do they know everyone is really just staring at the whipped cream they have on the end of their nose.
6. The Surprise Guest-
There is always one person who wanders in while you are visiting a Starbucks that just looks out of place. Usually they show up shortly before closing. Maybe it is the rough and tumble looking Harley owner in black leather who struts in. Many times it is the woman who is completely inappropriately dressed. She comes in looking as though she is ready for a day at the beach even though it is 40 degrees out and 10 o'clock at night. Tonight it was the old man in the black Velcro shoes and Dodgers baseball cap that caught my eye. He came in around an hour to closing and ordered a grande whatever with a water to wash it all down. He carried his drinks over to his little round table and then out of his pocket pulled out a small silver box. It was an old radio. He turned it up quietly so as not to drown out the overhead music, sat and sipped his coffee, and listened to what was the top of the seventh inning in the sixth game of the World Series. Yankees vs. Phillies. I am not sure what struck me the most about this. I think it was so many things all together that I just plain loved. Maybe it was the fact that he managed to coordinate his black Velcro shoes, that every man over seventy-five wears, so well with his outfit and his black Dodgers hat. Perhaps I loved the fact that he chose a simple pocket radio over a High-Definition LCD TV and a Lazyboy like most Americans. Maybe it was just plain entertaining to see an elderly man, clinging to the old romantic tradition of listening to a baseball game on a scratchy radio all while sipping a grande skinny vanilla latte with whipped cream and cinnamon sprinkles on top, although I like to pretend it was just a plain cup of joe... no sugar, no cream. Anyway, shouldn't he be sitting in his dusty garage fixing something while listening to this great American pastime like they do in all of the movies? What was he doing in an over-priced coffee shop? Maybe this was the biggest part of my interest in him. I love a good paradox. Of course I went over and chatted with him. We talked about his Dodgers, the Yankees winning yet another World Series, and then finished up with the topic every good Hoosier finishes a baseball conversation with... the Cubs and next year.
Summary Statement-
You just never know the interesting people you will come across at a Starbucks if you can just stick around until the seventh inning.