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I Just Had Coffee with a [Age 67] Senior. He Frets Over the 20-Year-Old Beside Him.
When generations collide… just beside
I patronize the same coffee place [almost] every Sunday.
It is situated at the corner of a retail mall near my apartment, and traffic can be negligible. That is good for me because I get to work there.
I do write my drafts there, too, when inspiration hits me there and then.
Today, it did. I grabbed my usual order and planted my arse at my favorite spot. It allows me to observe the people coming in and the crew working just behind the service counter.
It was a beautiful afternoon.
A conversation with a 67-year-old senior
Quiet can be interesting.
It is strange how things manifest itself. I thought I was in for a peaceful afternoon. I could clear emails, plan for the week ahead, and think about my article topics for the week ahead.
Haha, I was dead wrong. It wasn’t meant to be a quiet afternoon.
I should have known better. Life takes on a life of its own. Plans seldom follow the arc of our planning.
