I love you, Atlanta.

People are interesting. I could stare at them for a mere twenty seconds and conjure up about twenty thousand descriptive words. At Starbucks, the people flow in and out. They mingle, and eventually, sporadically disperse. My favorite thing to order at Starbucks is a seat. Seriously…just sit down and watch...listen. You’ll learn a lot. Like this guy standing in line, the one with the purple polo shirt,khaki shorts, black rimmed glasses. He looks a bit pensive. So does his kid, he's sitting at exactly 11:00 o’clock. Dad is biting his bottom lip. I say it’s the long line that’s frustrating him. Check out that business lady in the black coat. She’s flirting with some guy, “Really? You work here?". They’re smiling at one another. (Hold on, let me put my glasses on). Now another girl has joined in on the conversation…red leather jacket, short haircut. They’re exchanging…..numbers? Candy, perhaps? Nope. Business cards and travel brochures. He’s not married either, and I’m kind of glad for that. But really, how fun would it be to watch a married man flirt with some other lady who is SO not his wife? Very.