Today at the Coffee Shop

On the sofas and easy chairs in the front of the coffee shop, there’s a guy in a bluetooth talking loudly to three well-dressed, good looking younger people, possibly about real estate. At first I thought it was some sort of facilitated speed-dating deal, which seemed odd for 9:30 in the morning. Now, it looks more likely that he’s trying to rope them into some real estate buy. Seems more like an investment than a house—his cadence was more businesslike than the comforting hominess (“Picture yourself spending the next step of your life here…”) home realtors try to project. Instead, he projected that smug aura that I really despise in a salesperson: the certainty that only a shortsighted idiot would pass up what he was offering. He said something about some people not having the guts to change their lives. Between his body language and his overall demeanor, I wouldn’t buy so much as a lemon from the guy.

On the plus side, I just closed the door on Chapter 20.

Rob