Bathroom’s Occupied, and There’s No Where to Run.

You’ve all experienced it before. Especially all you teenagers out there. You’re out in public, hanging with your close group of friends when in walks your mother and sister. This doesn’t mean they’re there to embarass you. Oh no, truth is it could have been an innocent coincidence. But what if is was no accident? Could they be there to spy on you? Who know, but you’re here and now so are they.

This creates an awkward situation. How do you react? Should you casually acknowledge them, a slight wave then straight back to your conversation. Wouldn’t it just be easier to ignore them? Pretend you didn’t notice their entrance and hope you’ve gone unnoticed too. It might not be too late to sneak a trip to the ladies room. You just might have to take a deep breath and go up to talk to them, maybe you can get your curfew bumped up an hour later and get them to leave. Either way, running into your family in public means an unwanted confrontation.

I hate to be the bearer of bad news but your family is not going anywhere, they are here to stay. Plan incognito didn’t work, and the slight wave just brought them closer to you. The bathroom’s occupied. You’re stuck, there’s no escape and your family just seated themselves down at the table right next to you. Oh boy. Buckle up your seat belt this ride can get bumpy.

You’re that type of person who tries to make the best out of any situation. Life hands you lemons, you make a lemon meringue pie (lemonade’s too mainstream). You can manage to keep your chill even though your family is seated five feet away and your whole social life has the potential is collapse in front of your very eyes. You manage to find your happy place when the fates decide to test you; your sister walks up to your table. Stops. Looks down, then looks up. “Do you know who Shar is?” “…” “She’s really old.” “Cher? the singer?” “Oh yeah.. I don’t know” She walks away. No big, that wasn’t too embarrassing. Only your friends saw, no permanent damage.

Things started to calm down. The thick tension has deteriorated, it’s been awhile since your family has made any contact with you, and you’re finally able to return to the sanctity of your friends to discuss the latest boy drama. But just as the situation was looking up you hear it. It’s no big, right? Psh. You’ll just block it out and return to your conversation. It gets louder. Like an endless siren exploding in your eardrum, there is no forgetting this obstreperous chaos that has begun to shape form. Your mother’s laughter.

Now you’re not saying your mother has one of those I-will-never-forget-that-lady’s-cackle sort of chuckle. But, as we all come to the agonizing verdict, she’s a laugh-er. What’s a laugh-er, you may ask? Well much like Red Headband Girl, who (to no surprise) just walked in for her nightly visit, your mother laughs at everything and anything. There’s not really anything out of the ordinary to be found with your mother’s laugh but after 18 years of hearing it echo through your mind, you’ve learned to cringe at it’s very existence in public.

Your heart pounding, boom boom boom. You look around the room. You want reassurance, a big sigh of relief, but you won’t get any. It’s too late. People have noticed your mom and joined in with the laughter creating a chorus of giggles. It fills the room, taunting smirks of defeat. You collide your forehead with the table and hide behind your black and white iced mocha.

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Girl With the Red Headband.

Origin Coffee and Tea is a very popular coffee joint. Non-profit means no guilty purchases; you feel better sitting there drinking endless coffee because the money you are handing over the counter goes straight towards children around the world who are awakened by the only reality they have come to know, sex trafficking. Sure you’re not exactly “donating” the money but you’re still helping. You get your macchiato, they get money to fund rescues, recoveries, and cultural development. It’s a win-win situation.

With the good vibe this place gives, the couches and tables are always occupied. Who fills these chairs? Some of the most extraordinary people you ever come across, most often regulars like myself. Sitting here with my laptop and my iced mocha I’ve found myself observant to the quirky personality traits these “hipsters” inhabit.

As you will soon find out in my future blogs-to-be, I will be logging my different encounters with the individuals that make up this coffee hang-out. As for today, I will be blogging about one specific character: The Girl With the Red Headband.

After your first few times here you start seeing the same faces, I mean Origin is the happening place to be. But someone in particular who stands out on this fine summer evening is the girl with the red headband. I’ve seen her around plenty of times but it’s seems that the last few outings to Origins involve her presence in the same chair with the same red headband. Oddly enough it’s as if my first impression of her is on a never-ending repeat. Tonight she even still possesses what is beginning to look like the same bag of cookies she has had previous times before. As she sits there sitting in her chair, not drinking any sort of beverage, munching on her cookies I can not restrain from filling in certain details of her life.

Single. There’s no ring on her finger and it doesn’t look as if there is a boy in the picture due to her outstanding attendance dedicated to this cafe. She spends most nights here so it’s become blatantly obvious that 1. she lives on her own with no one to entertain 2. her roommate is completely  intolerable or 3. she lives at home, overly sheltered by her parents to where this coffee house has become a sanctuary. There is the potential fourth option which is where she’s the completely intolerable roommate, not an unlikely candidate made clear by her loud and seemingly obnoxious personality, and she is continuously locked out of her living quarters. Either way the cookie crumbles, she is here and not there.

Another obvious attribute would be her religion. As one might guess by the bible she carries around, she is Christian. Catholic wouldn’t be ruled out but there is that sort of “I follow Jesus Christ not Mother Mary” attitude she expresses.

She’s a laugh-er. You know, one of those people who no matter how painful the joke, fall on the floor rolling in a hysterical fit of amusement. Aren’t they annoying? Don’t get me wrong, I’m one to enjoy a good cheesy punch at comedy or the usual pun but I don’t find anything and everything a “knee-slapper”. This also makes me question. How would she hold out in a “keep a straight face” contest? What if it was life or death? “I’m sorry to report there has been another victim to humor. I can see the headline now: The Joke Really Killed. 

There are many more things I could add to my mental journal of her life but alas she has left the premises to stand aloof in the parking conversing to what appears to be herself.  (She was still there after I left a good forty minutes later). With that said I end my surveillance of Girl With the Red Headband.

What am I trying to get across in this blog of mine?  If you are looking for a great hangout to people-watch with the most captivating subjects, look no further. Origins is your place to be. But for you, not-so-social people out there who would rather curl up in the serenity of your own house, you have me to live vicariously through.

Sincerely, Free Spirit With a Laptop.