It’s amazing what motivational powers come upon a man under the pain of ignominy. For a man such as myself, it usually leads to impulsions of money burning, food bingeing or article writing. I had neither money to burn nor food to indulge on so I had to make do with writing.
The idea of a supposed piece came to my mind a few minutes before the tragedy of which moved me so to write as soon as I turned on my laptop. I was waiting in line at a local Starbucks. At 2 am in the morning, the place was packed, as usual. My mind at first was preoccupied with beverage and food choices, ignoring the traffic of people coming in and out of the shop. It was a while before I realized that I was witnessing an unspoken phenomenon that most people know but choose to overlook: coffee / cafe culture… and it’s a pretty diverse culture. Modern coffee culture could be described as a less exclusive version of the once “cafe society” where society’s elite and ruling class would congregate and socialize – espresso being the social lubricant that it is. Modern espressonites, however, originate from various walks of life that a Starbucks could aptly be called a zoo; an urban melting pot if you would.
These were the makings of a good article.
All of these continued to percolate in my head as I placed my order and received my venti salted caramel frapp’ and glazed doughnut. Everything seemed well and good. Then, of course, tragedy struck. As I clambered up the stairs carrying my food tray, my right foot caught on the 3rd step before the top. What followed was an amazing show of awkward ballet, graceful crump and latent ninja-like reflexes I never knew I had. In the split seconds of my part flail, part dance and part flight routine, my mind went into overdrive as it tried to simultaneously process these thoughts: