Making Friends with Strangers at the Coffee Shop

I got to work remotely yesterday. So for the first hour or so, I worked on my couch in my pajama pants, and it was glorious.

But then I decided to get off my butt and go to the coffee shop. I packed up my laptop, put on some real clothes, and headed off to my local independent coffee shop.

The atmosphere in there always makes me smile. There’s always some tattooed barista with a shaved head making lattes, abstract art on the walls, the smells from the coffee roaster spreading across the room. The place is full of hipsters working, college kids studying, writers and artists, friends. All kinds of people.

I finished my work, and instead of leaving the coffee shop, I decided to do something I never did. I talked to strangers. I talked to as many people as I could.

It was an interesting experiment. I got to meet a lot of interesting people I never would have otherwise met. There was an older gentleman who actually fought in World War II. Every day, he comes to the coffee shop and reads the newspaper. There was a writer guy who was eavesdropping on all the conversations around him. There was a Bible study group that came in at one point.

There were some mothers about to pick their children up from school. (I’m pretty sure they didn’t get my experiment and just thought I was hitting on them.) There was a nice lesbian couple who were bickering over whether or not to get soy milk in their lattes.

I even got to talk to the barista for a minute. I learned his name, and I learned that he actually painted some of the art on the walls.

Life is full of interesting people just waiting for you to talk to them. So next time you’re out, talk to a stranger. You never know who you’ll meet.