Coffee with self

Well...well.. it was a hot Saturday afternoon, and for some strange reason, I decided to get myself an even hotter cup of coffee. It was relatively empty when I stepped into the coffee shop, and hence the choice of seat was mine. I found a cozy couch at the corner of the shop, almost like a beanbag. I sank myself into it. It felt great! I dint bother calling the waiter to take my order, as I dint want anything/anyone to spoil my moment with the exceedingly comfortable beanbag!

After yawing and stretching for almost 73 seconds, I realised that I had forgotten the whole purpose of my being there. I did not want to actually make notes of what I saw and then blog about it. I just wanted to observe and have a good time and blogging I thought, would follow (and now i can safely say that it has); anyways, five minutes into it, the waiter appeared with a pleasing smile and handed the menu over. I politely handed it back without opening and said " One Mochachino please" as I had decided what I wanted to have even before stepping in. As he was about to leave I called him and said " Please take your time ". He gave me a curious look and left. I was sure i was going to be the topic of conversation(read mocking) for the waiters for some time. I dint care though.. Because every time I go to a coffee shop they take time to bring my order...but I dint want to take a chance this time with Mr.Murphy as I needed some time.

Just then, a couple entered. A couple in the sense, a guy and a girl, I was not sure whether they were a "couple". It would be interesting to find out though. They sat in the table right opposite mine... and for all the male readers of this blog, YES the girl was really really pretty, and YES the big muscular guy accompanying the pretty girl did look like her loving caring brother. I was trying to mentally add conversation to their actions as I was unable to hear them. I had real fun doing that, especially when the couple started discussing the latest trends in synthetic fertilizers for the development of agro-based products in South-East Asia.

Later, a bunch of loud teenagers came in. They were laughing their wits out from the moment they entered. It took me back to the good old school days; the days we dint care about a thing in the world. When the brief phase of nostalgia was ended by the waiter placing my hot mochachino on the table, I realised that I had failed to notice a few women in their thirties enter the coffee shop. It did not require a PhD to conclude that they were fresh from burning a ultra-large sized hole in their husband's pocket( NO, they were not working women.... I can tell).

By this time, I was thoroughly enjoying my coffee and observing every one. All this while, I was being very careful as there is a very thin line between observing and ogling; but unfortunately for me, most thought I was doing the latter. The pretty girl, instead of frowning, gave this "oh you got stood up on a coffee date you loser!" kind of look. The shopping women gang gave me a similar look, and that was when I faked an SMS to look busy. The teen gang was completely oblivious to my existence, which for some weird reason,I was thankful for. Then, I asked the waiter for the cheque. The way he grinned while giving the bill was suggestive of "Hahaha you got stood up!". I paid the exact amount and I almost fled!! Now I realised what Cafe' Coffee Day's Tag line really meant - " a lot can happen over a cup of coffee " Believe me!