It’s early morning Sunday and on this day I am alone and looking for some hot breakfast and head out to this favorite spot that I dearly love. My comfort food is served to me in this cozy restaurant, a place where I know everyone’s name and they all know my other half’s name and mine. Where they know what I want for breakfast and sometimes even for dinner. The place is full and I don’t have to wait long in the line up. Casey say’s to me, “You all alone?” Yes, I state. But the tables are all full so in a sense I am not. She seats me at a two person booth but so close to other patrons. It’s a popular spot for sure.
I over hear everyone’s conversation from sports to girls, the person’s day, all a huge gamut of swirling noise of a baby crying in the corner, TV blaring, cooks bellowing, “Order Up!” Waitresses doing there little dance as they sidestep each other in there area to fill up coffee cups and bring them to the tables, the girls clearing the tables and then bringing customers to them and the flow continues. This probably going on as I sit here and write this.
I read my paper, make a few notes, gaze at the television for inspiration, drink the rest of my coffee and head out into the cool morning air. I ask myself,”What should I do today?”