Ahh the lost art of conversation! I laugh when I watch the young looking down, playing with their phones, talking with their thumbs and forefingers.

:-) / r

This is fiction? What was in the coffee.

I just made a new friend too. Not easy to do as we get older.

I get a regular, fresh brewed decaf coffee, black, a couple times a week at the Starbuck's. Everyone knows me now, they just happy for a simple cup of joe. Once I got applause (at another cafe) for ordering the most simple drink they had had in memory. It's not that they are disappointed, they are just confused. Keeping life simple is apparently too complex for many. Sounds like a great day.

[r] this post is as refreshingly robust as your simple honest cup of coffee sweetened to perfection by the good-will of a new friend! well done, sky! btw, I have not yet tried the red sands of Mars brew but hope they can "skinny" it! libby

The stuff grows in my back yard and I love it. Thanks sky, a good read (& toritto's comment :) .

I'm with you there Sky. I speak to people every day, yet I'll go days at a time without actually seeing another person. It worries me how much phones and social media replace social interaction. On the other hand, it allows us to connect with people in ways we could never have done even ten years ago. I think it's important to find a balance. The world has changed, there's no going back now! R.

The perfect day. Thanks for sharing.

Sounds like a day well-spent. Too many people in my generation lack the skills for basic, pleasant conversation. All they know how to do is text and hook-up.

Sometimes, all I want to do is chat. No politics, no religion, just pleasant conversation over a cup of warm coffee.

Life is short. We must live it up.

r

I too am glad I at least grew up in a time where if you wanted to phone home, you had to drop a dime in a pay phone. When is the last time you saw a pay phone? Yeah I know.
Also glad that (at least) MY kid had a life beyond electronic devices. Although he always had access he still actually left the house to go plink starlings with a bb gun and run around creating real world mischief with his buddies or by his self.

Good day it was you had I'd say... too. How much is a straight honest coffee at the hoity toity shop?

Lovely stuff, ALL of you. Thanks, Sky and comment-ers; I'm feeling a little less dinosaurian now on reading all of this. ;-)

R

Chalk one up for actual human contact! Lovely.

Hoity-toity coffee shop - you will be assimilated!

"It was the most pleasant hour of my last three weeks."

Dying to know what happened three weeks ago?!

This is the best post I've read today! Now I want a "cup of joe!"

But not just any "Joe."

Drinking my cup of simple, good, coffee as I read this. But suddenly kind of wishing I had company and some conversation. Great read.

This captured a sweet moment. Fiction, yet it is a reminder of the good feeling that comes from sharing a little time with someone for no reason other than to share it.
r./

One of the things I miss most about my youth in Queens, is how everybody would sit outside in the summer, bring out folding chairs and card tables, make iced tea and lemonade and talk and chat during the dusk hours, watching the children play stickball in the street, or ride around on their "big-wheels" on the sidewalk.

America was different, better, in a way back in the late 1970s/1980s. Neighbors talked to eachother.

In my condominium complex, nobody knows eachother

I made a new friend too. Yes, yes, imaginary!! LEave me alone!! ~:D

I've met and had wonderful conversations with people that I met quite by accident.

Thankee muchly everybody!

You all deserve a reply but running a tad late sooooooo...........

-britney,
The coffee was fiction too.......

-zanelle,
I find it easier as I age. Less shy than I was....

-Inverted,
Coffee grows in your back yard?!!..... Two questions: Are you married? Do you want to get married?

-Blacklilly,
The internet has done wonders for me. All this anonymous conversation has led to me now being able to do the same thing face to face. My shyness is gone!!

-Tr ig,
I still don't know. This was fiction.......


-Cathy,
F i c t i o n !!!

-Rwoo5g,
Yes, I remember those days well. Do you remember what we talked about? Yup! How life was simpler in "the old days" and was waaaay too complicated now (then).

-Tinkie,
My imaginary friend drinks better coffee than your ol' stimky imaginary friend..... so there!

My thanks to everyone again, especially those who thought this 'real.'
Nothing pleases a fiction writer more than people taking a story as non-fiction!

;-)
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Did your other imaginary person with the imaginary coffee have an imaginary beard?
Not at StarBucks? They re-branded here as ButtFucks.

Old fashioned tea shops or coffee if you must, with plastic table covers (preferably torn red) and occupants with imaginary dogs - love 'em.

Next time for Christ's,Allahs or Tink's sake take an imaginary photo.
You can mug a teenager and use their camera fone too.

"Rate this 'individual' FRed(tm) he comes in piece."

Perhaps rolling electrical blockouts might help recreate community?

CreekEnd,
But I DID take an imaginary photo!!! If you can't see it, (you knew this was coming) you aren't using your imagination!!!


minis,
Yes. Problem is we're facing real, long-lasting ones; soon too!
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As always, you're the Man

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