Where I am at

One could look at the title of this post and assume that this is going to be a narcissistic posting on what I am experiencing emotionally and all that kind of jazz, but they would be wrong; being that I stated a while back that I am trying to post more often (and have thus far failed miserably); I have decided that any writing is positive writing (in regards to my efforts of maturing my writing style and content).

At this moment I am sitting in a Starbucks, which is located in the heart of a Chapters bookstore in Burnaby. Around me are a disparate group of patrons; Indians, Persians, Koreans, Chinese, WASPS and other Euro inspired types. The table next to me seems to be inhabited by a Chinese man who appears to be running some sort of business. He has his second set of clients with him right now-a family-they have already given him a cheque; in my mind he is selling an elaborate pyramid scheme.

The table beside them has a solitary man who is reading a book entitled Christian Hermetic Astrology. This book might be some form of Christian mysticism, but that is of little concern to me at the moment; the speakers above me have just started playing a song that was covered by Glee.

Not twenty feet away from me are a Mother and Son; an interesting combination considering he appears to be in his late 60's; actually I think they are a married couple, maybe he is in his mid 70's and has aged more gracefully than his wife. They sit in relative silence, with short exchanges, cookies in hand and crumbs falling from their mouths.

The table to my right has been replaced by a new crew, they seem to be conducting some form of business as well, maybe that table is the business table in this Starbucks. A man reads over a contract, he sounds like a woman; he might actually be a woman with short cropped hair and a business suit.

In front of me is a young couple who seem to be on a quasi-romantic outing; a few moments ago the girl reached across the coffee stained table to stroke her lover's face. They have just left, looking at me briefly as if trying to discern if I was listening in on their conversation.

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