No, this isn’t about pants and crewnecks….it’s one of my random observations while sitting in Starbucks.

It’s Sunday, so the crowd is different from during the week.

I’m seated against the wall, watching as coffee drinkers file in.

There are two separate men, sitting in the only two easy chairs, both with laptops that to me, look like props since their eyes are darting, trying to make some connection with, whomever.

Makes one realize the difference between being lonely and being alone, me claiming the latter, a cheerful epiphany of sorts.

I do not make eye contact since it’s much too early for people pleasing, because I know, once I do, they’ll be prattling like parrots.

Next comes the young dad propelling the double stroller with a precocious, 3-year old in her fairy princess costume, and an infant sucking his thumb.  The little girl, demands a good 8 items, he buys, I’m guessing, just to shut her up.  I have sympathy for him since, he only gets to be dad on the weekends, while Mom, presumably, catches up on her sleep.  They finally settle in a corner, gratefully, far away from me.

A 40ish couple comes in with a service dog…a white Labrador guarding her like a prison official.  I look to see why she needs a canine companion, but seems normal, if you don’t count her eyebrows, arched in pencil, making her appear permanently pissed off.

The husband, after getting their lattes, sits at another table. They begin writing on dueling laptops while the dog, finally at ease, naps at her feet.  What I notice most is, they never utter one word to each other.

It’s an ad for, is this what you think you’re missing…a body, a man slave, just someone to be there in case you need a refill?

I gaze over at dad who’s trying to control little Cruella who’s now throwing, what looks like pound cake, at him, in tears.

Poor guy, to think he thought he had it all, and he does, if you count those overpriced crumbs now stuck in his hair.

SB…Cub Reporter

About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Thanks.
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18 Responses to Separates

  1. Just another day in the coffee shop!

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  2. Alva Chinn says:

    I just love your ways of observing life…thought provoking, askew from the norm and downright funny to me!!! Thanks for being you!!!!


  3. You are a really sharp observer, Susannah. If I were sitting there in the coffee shop with you, would we voice our observations in low voices? or would we compare notes later?


  4. micklively says:

    The lonely versus alone debate is an interesting one. And I believe you touched upon a vital component with “people pleasing”. We are naturally a gregarious species. It would be so easy in that, and so many other, circumstances to offer friendship. But we don’t. I definitely don’t. Isn’t friendship the obvious positive way forward? If so, what stops us? I guess there’s no simple answer to that.


  5. I feel like I was right there sipping my Vanilla Chai grateful my days of pound cake hair are over.


  6. skinnyuz2b says:

    I love your observations, Susannah. Have you thought about a second career as a detective? You would rival Sherlock.
    The couple at separate tables really struck a chord. How cold and pathetic. Makes me appreciate my Pookie-Pie even more.

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  7. People fascinate me. I used to people-watch all the time. My imperfect vision now takes a lot of the fun out of that hobby. What I do notice is a vast changing in myself – I am becoming stronger, more of a presence, and I like it.

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