I’m making my way into the storefront location of Tully’s coffee shop in Bellevue, just east of Seattle. I’ll sit at the vacant small table in the far corner by the large window and watch coffee lovers bustling in and out. Patrons hunch over their laptops and coffee, no one seem in a mood to talk about the weather. I pull Thea Alexander’s book: “2150 A.D” from my tote and place it beside my coffee cup. I sip. I marvel at the quiet that exists … except for the barely audible soft rock music playing in the background.
Sitting to the right of my table is a man with long dreadlocks, pouring over his laptop. A loud sound is coming from my laptop … rats, my laptop is out of juice. I dare not ask the man with deadlocks to unplug his cell phone so I can plug in my laptop.
My cell is ringing … “Hi Olive, have you had your coffee yet? It’s 12 noon, what time is it over there?”
“Good morning Carol, its 9 o’clock here … I’m having my first cup of coffee.”
I really miss my friends at my regular coffee shop.
Let's have coffee 