Starbucks

What do you do during the weekend? Describe.

I sit in my favorite corner at Starbucks, wearing my favorite blue Guess jeans, a black top with pink embroidered flowers and a gray cotton jacket covering my shoulders. On the circular tabletop in front of me lies a plate empty of its contents, save for a knife set across it, stained with hardened chocolate. To its right stands a tall size mocha frappucino in its transparent vessel, looking barely sipped as yet. A green straw is inserted through the opening on its cap. I take out a book or a reading, or a pen and notebook. Once in a while, I let my gaze slide among the occupants in the half-glass encased café and I spy two yuppies with nurse’s caps perched on top of their heads, snapping pictures of themselves with their digicam.

I snap out of my reverie with the ringing of my phone and it’s Clyde. She wants to know if our Katipunan rendezvous is still on. I reply it is. I get up and gather my things but before I leave the mall, I make a few side-trips. I visit the bookstore and I try a clothing boutique. And then it hits me for the nth frustrating time that I had managed again to lose a paper bag I usually carry with me. I retrace my steps in an effort to locate what I had inadvertently lost. I sheepishly return to Starbucks to retrieve my stuff.

The nurses look at me. “Sabi ko sa ‘yo naiwan niya eh…” one said to the other. I give them an embarrassed smile. I exit Starbucks for the second time that day with movements that were unhurried for by this time I had learned to be unperturbed by one of the many normal blunders I make in life. I take the jeep and casually relax, knowing I have all the time in the world to meet Clyde.

So what’s your weekend like? :)