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My New Dog
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By Donna Lewis
Editor's Note: Donna
Lewis is, among other things, a
runner, swimmer, active advocate for good causes, frequent eccentric and
attorney in Washington DC who would give up everything for a big porch
with a view of lakes or mountains. Her rantings and ravings are completely
fictional, as is her life.
 Prediction: the man I marry I'll meet in Starbucks.
And, of course, I'm sitting in Starbucks as I write this prediction.
What better place to conduct your professional life? I tried the courtroom, but the dress code was too stifling. I tried corporate life, but the pressure of cavorting with evil forces wasn't good for my complexion.
I tried both Cosi and Panero, but there are just too many moms with kids hanging out in those fine establishments during work hours. Other people's kids really don't belong in my office. Especially kids who would rather be outside than having to sit still and eat fancy food.
So I've moved my own corporate headquarters to Starbucks. I guess you could say, though, that I work in the field. I don't pay rent to any particular Starbucks. I'm just a Starbucks whore...traveling from Starbucks location to Starbucks location, looking for the best combination of Seattle's best.
A power source (i.e., electrical plug) in close proximity to a good window table, a few beautiful people to swoon over during creative
lapses, music played loud enough to inspire but not so loud it disrupts the intellectual process, and, of course, Baristas who seem to be genuinely enjoying the day's experience.
I think the general rule is quickly becoming clear: the closer the Starbucks to a grocery store, the lesser likelihood of it being a good whorehouse for me. For some reason, the ambiance is significantly better at the "other" Starbucks locations. Isolated stores, stores in strip malls sans Giant and Safeway.
But the best locations by far are those near office buildings. Very interesting looking people. And their conversations are quieter. Most likely because they're gossiping about other people who frequent that same Starbucks location.
So I sit in Starbucks for hours working on the computer. I write a lot. And I do some "paperwork" which isn't really paperwork anymore since it's relegated to the confines of a PC.
I usually get pretty absorbed in my work. Enough that I forget I'm in public for a bit. I stop hearing the music. I stop noticing the opening of the door and the flow of customers in and out. Luckily, my zone out usually also enables me to forget how many germs I'm exposed to while those around me sneeze and cough. Not the most pleasant thought, but a very real danger when you hold a public office.
Generally speaking, though, Starbucks is good.
And not just professionally.
Starbucks - the right Starbucks - is just a hotbed of guys wanting hot beds. Maybe if I were a guy I'd notice all the women wanting similar action. But alas, I'm not a guy. I'm just a girl who can't ignore the fact that the men in Starbucks seem to crave more than caffeine.
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