I walked into the Starbucks, needing some hot coffee and hoping for some warm conversation.
A saxophone sounded like a man begging. A young woman at the counter rattled off an impossibly complex order to a young man who simply smiled and nodded.
The place was packed. Yet aside from the hissing espresso machine and the wailing sax, it was as quiet as a monastery. Everyone stared at their laptops, most with wires dangling from their earbuds. No one said a word.
“Is this for here or to go?” the man behind the counter asked.
“To go,” I said reluctantly.
A saxophone sounded like a man begging. A young woman at the counter rattled off an impossibly complex order to a young man who simply smiled and nodded.
The place was packed. Yet aside from the hissing espresso machine and the wailing sax, it was as quiet as a monastery. Everyone stared at their laptops, most with wires dangling from their earbuds. No one said a word.
“Is this for here or to go?” the man behind the counter asked.
“To go,” I said reluctantly.
