Before I was a teacher, I ran a coffee shop. Not a day goes by that I don’t miss the smells, sounds, and people of that shop. I did NOT run a Starbucks. Don’t get me wrong, I am a regular customer of the 4Bucks (inside joke with Matt… we call it 4bucks). I get a latte there at least twice a week when my bank account allows. But, there is something special about that local coffee shop that sucks me in. I love the atmosphere. I love the personality. I love the friendliness.
Everyday, I got to have deep wonderful conversations with people over a cup of coffee AND get paid for it. I made many friends over steaming drinks and clean counters. I got to know truckers, police officers, office workers, and sub shop managers. I got to hear their stories. Share my story.
Just the smell of a fresh brew takes me back. I can close my eyes and pretend that Tony is about to walk through the door with the next book that I just HAVE to read. Nate is going to come in, sit in the corner booth and make eyes at me but never actually ask me out until it’s too late. Steve and Josh from across the street are going to walk over and bicker the entire time about who is smarter, better looking, or just plain awesome.
It was a wonderful experience. I cried the day we shut our doors for the last time. Victims of poor ownership, bad location, and crummy economy.
Now, I spend my lunch hour sitting in Starbucks people watching, writing, or just enjoying a quiet few minutes to myself. I am constantly reminded of how much I miss those days. How much I miss those conversations, those friendships.
I guess working with three-year-olds leaves me longing for adult conversations. Sometimes, I just wish I could get an adult song stuck in my head… I said this today after I spent the better part of the afternoon humming “Do You Know the Muffin Man?” Who can spend 9 hours a day with children and not long for a good conversation over a great cup of coffee. No children permitted.