I sat in Starbucks yesterday - thinking that I'd only be there long enough to look over the Sunday paper (so I didn't bring any knitting at all!) - and ended up staying there an hour just sort of spacing out. I'm sitting there and this woman with hair hanging in her face, all tangled, and shuffling as she walked, comes in and kind of stands there looking lost. I thought - oh poor thing, she's one of the homeless that comes in for a cup of coffee. Then I see her shuffle over to someone's computer. This someone had gotten in line for a cup of coffee. Well, the shuffling, tangled hair woman actually sits down at the computer. I was a little alarmed thinking - oh my gosh, should I say anything? But then suddenly she gets up again and walks over to the woman in line and talks and the woman in lines comes back and sits in another chair while the shuffling, tangled hair woman sits back down at the computer. I mean I guess they're two friends. I was ashamed of myself for being alarmed but at the same time I couldn't figure it out.
Oh, I digress. On to what I "now get". The chair I was sitting in at Starbucks was one of those big comfy soft chairs. I now realize why people in the South (do they do it in the North?) have sofas on their front porch! Sofas, soft chairs, etc. are soooo much more comfortable than sitting in a rocking chair. No, I'm not going to put a sofa on my front porch. My neighbors would kill me and we've already made big enough fools of ourselves in front of them (many other stories - maybe another time). I just couldn't help thinking how much nicer it would be on the front porch to have something to really hunker down in and even fall asleep if mood hit me.
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