The Storyteller | Mary Vee

Who knew what all could happen at a coffee shop? Is it weird that two totally unrelated events came to my attention, having basically nothing to do with coffee, took place at a coffee shop? The first I just sorta blew off, but for some reason it stuck in my head revving up the importance of the second. A friend met a group at a coffee shop. They talked, chatted, conducted business, shared ideas, and went forth armed to take care of whatever they talked about. After the meeting, my friend stayed and wrote some of her story. While she was there, another group formed around tables across from her. This was a class on serving beer. My friend joked she now knew the rules and customs for serving beer. Okay.  Not too interesting other than the coffee shop served as a meeting place for a group of writers, a place for a writer to work, and a place to learn the proper way to serve beer. THEN A guest speaker spoke at my church. He is a missionary who ov...

The coffee shop can be a perfect place to sort out thoughts and get work done. I find this setting a great place to relax. I love to spend an hour chatting with my husband while sipping what ever blend of tea struck my fancy. But sometimes I come by myself to work. Like today. I have my cup of English Breakfast tea, cell phone, and lap top spread across the table surface. I purposely chose a booth to prevent someone from reading over my shoulder.  Today's work? Updating my sensory vocabulary with observation. What do people wear, how do they converse, what is the body language, and what words do they use. This particular shop is playing classical music, the tables are nicely spaced for privacy, abstract and impressionistic paintings hang on a coffee brown wall and business is being conducted all around me. To my right, a thirty-fiveish man is pouring on the sales tactic to an eightyish man. The younger one is leaning forward and speaks loud enough for all near hi...