There’s a rhythm to the city day depending on who you are and where you are.
I’m sitting in one of my favourite places in the city. It’s quiet, and out of the cold spring wind. The barista tells me about the times to avoid: the busy times before work, then 10.00 to 10.30, then there’s a slow hour. That’s where I come in. But then it picks up about 11.30 till after lunch when it’s frantic. The busy, then the quiet. Time to talk. But busy and quiet are opposites depending on which side of the counter you are standing! In this place there’s always time to stop and talk to people like me.
The boss is expecting me for a meeting – offers 2 glasses of cold sparkling water, but today it’s only me. One glass then. Me with a book, looking for a place to be for a while.
Time to listen to what’s going on around me without really paying close attention to what’s going on. Over there a table is set up for a booking for 6. They never showed. The name of the game. Do we have to live in such a casual and disrespectful society?
A young couple walk in. She discovers she knows one of the wait staff – greets him with a big hug. How’s it going? Good. Her bloke stands close by looking on, suddenly feeling like a spare wheel. There are no introductions, but lucky for him the waiter has work to do. They get a coffee after all.
In the bottom of the cup is a message. An offer perhaps, or an order or an invitation. “Same again?” I’ve never noticed that before. Why not?
There are barista red and white socks for sale over there, and all sorts of coffee paraphernalia. This is a seriously good place. T J the boss has become a good friend. I later discover he has befriended the artists down the street in the old welder’s place. Could have got some of his coffee for free there too. I talk with them about Gordon the welder. They have respected his craft by calling the gallery the Welder. I like that. Respect is restored. I like that too. Respect and dignity change lives. And good company. And good coffee.
The city. Another day in the life … the web grows.