Observational Writing
Starbucks
It was three o'clock in the afternoon, and they leisurely walked in, carelessly discussing their children's recent pre-school accomplishments. Both were in their mid-thirties, and each with a toddler circling around them and an infant in her hands. One was wearing a silky, navy-blue mock turtleneck tucked into light denim jeans, and the other ironed khaki pants and black v-neck shirt. They were both blonde, with simple yet elegant hairstyles and natural-toned makeup. As the two older children nagged and pulled at their pants, they continued their mindless chatter, every so often looking down to say, "Just a minute, sweetie," and then returning to their exchange of fake smiles.
As they walked up to the counter, each lifted her eyes to the menu, after which the woman in the v-neck proceeded to kneel to her child's level and ask, "Do you want apple juice or chocolate milk?" In response to a blank stare from the 2-year-old boy, she repeated slower, annunciating each word, "Milk, sweetheart, or juice? Which one would you like?" The little boy hesitated, shrugged his shoulders, took a deep breath, and said, "I don't know.....ummmmm...I...want,
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At this point, the impatient and annoyed woman behind the counter was anything but amused. She stood, fixing her hunter green, stained, Starbucks apron, and finally blurted out,
"Milk?"
"Yeah, sorry, you know he's just going through this phase, he'll be three in December, and you know, he just can't ever make up his mind!" She flashed her fake smile, eager to tell the entire life sort of her little boy, proud of his indecisiveness.
"Is that all?" demanded the cashier, glancing at her watch, and resting her fingers on the register's enter key, keen on ridding herself of the woman in the black v-neck. The...