I’m sitting in Starbucks. And there is this couple next to me. Wait, wait.

So in this Starbucks, the one at 4th and King (not the one in the train station, but the one on King, right by Safeway), there are 3 comfy chairs. And you can find me here most mornings now between about 7:45 and 8:30ish. The train comes in and I wander over to write for about 45 minutes before I drift into the office.

I don’t love Starbucks, but buying a tea there is cheap (cheaper than walking down to Philz). And over the past 4 or 5 months that I’ve been doing this, I’ve gotten to know most of the people who wander in during this time. (Strangely, I realized last week that no one here knows my name though, because I get tea or coffee, which means they never have to ask my name for my cup.)

Anyway.

There are 3 comfy chairs in here. One is unusable in the morning for writing because of the sun and glare. So really, there are two I get to pick from.

And some mornings, there is this couple in here. And they are here right now. And they super creep me out. He is probably 45 or 50 and has a mustache and a stomach. And she is roughly his age but seems more…professional. He is always wearing jeans and a T-shirt, where she has on nicer clothes, a nice phone, little notebooks and stuff like that.

And they can’t keep their hands off each other. I’m an open-minded sort of fellow. I don’t frown on PDA in general. But this is something else. This isn’t some hand holding or some pecks.

This is like massages in Starbucks. Sitting in laps and caressing each other. I’m choosing the words “painfully uncomfortable to watch” as my description.

(They just left, which is relieving.)

Anyway, the first time they were in there, I thought that perhaps she was either some sort of counselor or some kind of escort. But they’ve shown up about once a week for the last 2 or 3 months and the interactions are always the same.

I’m going with escort of some sort.

Oh man, it’s creepy.

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