The Starbucks on the corner of Jackson and Wabash in Chicago has become my favorite place to disappear during my breaks from class. There are so many different kinds of people going in and out, that I’m rarely disturbed or given a second look. I actually get a lot of homework done, but my favorite thing to do here is people watch and, of course, eavesdrop.
I’ve become very good at inconspicuously checking people out. Today, for example, I sat down next to Carl Swanson. He works at the CNA (or so his prominently displayed badge said 😉 ). He wore perfectly shined black shoes, a crisp white shirt, and ironed black pants. His salt and pepper hair indicated his hair had, at one point, been jet black. He pretended to read his paper for a while and sipped his tall black coffee. While he pretended to read, he was really observing everyone around him. He checked everyone out. He kept rearranging his legs and his arms; he couldn’t seem to get comfortable. After about 10 minutes of fake reading, Carl jumped up and threw out the coffee he couldn’t possibly have finished, looked around a few more times, and bolted out of the shop. I googled the CNA, hoping it would be some kind of government spy organization, but alas, it was only the headquarters for a major insurance things… or something. Although, I’m pretty sure that that is a cover and that Carl Swanson is, in fact, a spy. Or he had a blind date. No… I’m going with spy.
I’m currently sitting next to three Indian business men who politely asked to borrow my extra chair. They are all sporting some very impressive black mustaches. 😉
I really do love Starbucks. 🙂