Sitting in the Coffee Shop…

… is an odd thing. I get to watch young professionals work on what look like very serious documents.

There’s Mark the lawyer. He’s got eight different highlighters, a rainbow coalition of sticky tabs, and he’s marking up that legal document because, for the love of god, if he can save one teen from the jaws of injustice, then it will all be worth it. Plus he was jonesing for a panini. Yummers!

There’s Angela. She’s studying for her realty license. She was an art history major, toured around Europe for awhile, tended bar, tried meth and is now righting the ship at twenty seven. This license will utilize her precious people skills, at least until she can finish that novel. Plus, a blueberry scone. Delicious! 

And then there’s me. Writing fart jokes in the corner.

Maybe Angela and Mark look up every once and awhile and think, there’s that young transgender, fresh off the bus. I wonder if he/she will ever get that singing career off the ground…