Observations in a Coffee Shop
Note:
- lazy sitting
- rolling of the head
- strange sideways hunching at times
- left hand planted on knee
- right hand with phone
- chewing of the inner cheek
- intermittent flick of the head
- catching himself noticing himself
- when door opens, he crosses arms and sits back and sees who it is
Conclusion: The lazy sitting suggests jock, but unmotivated. Chewing of the inner cheek is a sign of self-doubt and a need of lots of affirmation, further upholding my jock analysis. His behavior is suspicious when the door opens, signifying unrest and rocky relationships. He is probably on the wrong end of a bad relationship. Coffee jock in question needs two solid months in the country.
Sunday, April 13, 2014
CASE STUDY 3: Coffee Shop Mannerisms
Observations in a Coffee Shop
Note:
- upright, good posture
- holding book poised in right hand
- left hand twirls topmost cardigan button
- feet uniform, stiff, close together
- eyes read nervously, then glance at door
- fidgeting with left hand to table
- leans back and forth
- taps fingers
Conclusion: Posture suggests the coffee-drinker in question is of studious character and good discipline. However, the left hand nervously twirling buttons and tapping knees suggests obsessive tendencies and impatience. I want to focus especially on the door-glancing. This suggests guilt and bad family history. Leaning back and forth signifies discontent. To be sufficiently cured, patient in question needs vacation, vitamins, and distance of two years from family plus counseling.
Note:
- upright, good posture
- holding book poised in right hand
- left hand twirls topmost cardigan button
- feet uniform, stiff, close together
- eyes read nervously, then glance at door
- fidgeting with left hand to table
- leans back and forth
- taps fingers
Conclusion: Posture suggests the coffee-drinker in question is of studious character and good discipline. However, the left hand nervously twirling buttons and tapping knees suggests obsessive tendencies and impatience. I want to focus especially on the door-glancing. This suggests guilt and bad family history. Leaning back and forth signifies discontent. To be sufficiently cured, patient in question needs vacation, vitamins, and distance of two years from family plus counseling.
Today's Spicy Tidbit
As cat whiskers must be cleaned on a daily basis, so must a person's vision of the world.
SHORT STORY: Bernard Cobalt
Basis: a shy book nerd who can't find a place to study.
Notes: Bernard's last name, Cobalt, says nothing about him as a person; Story written by authors alternating sentences, so it is certainly a joint effort.
Bernard Cobalt
Picking up his book, his favorite book, off the ground, the wet ground, Bernard made his way toward Edward Julian's, his coffee shop of choice for intense study outings. He wiped off the book with a smear on his pants, reddening when he thought of the way he'd walked right into a phone pole because he'd caught sight of that pretty girl. Oh, what a pretty thing she was, that Sally Hitchens. He bit his lip to hold back the smile, shoving his glasses back up his nose and entering the shop.
Walking in the open door, Bernard's heart raced up his throat as he saw many bodies studying, chatting, and some staring. He instantly thought they were staring at him so he felt self-conscious and quickly ordered his drink in a mumbled voice and shuffled to the corner table, not meeting anyone's eyes. The chair wobbled, a definite studying fright and reasonable excuse to exit EJ's as quickly as possible. In his extreme haste, he threw open the door so hard that he slammed the packed-full trashcan, making it explode in a hail of drippy cups and crumpled napkins. Appalled at his own clumsiness, a daily occurrence, and avoiding slightly judgmental glances, he hurriedly and quite inefficiently stuffed the debris back into its worthy container.
No one helped him. In fact, the baristas were used to such a display of clumsiness from Bernard that they added a tally to their "Bernard moments" sticky note. He was halfway through the door when he felt a hand on his arm - Sally Hitchens' blue eyes met his, concerned. Her hand slid down his arm, meeting his hand which she turned over to reveal a sliver the floor had given him. She looked away embarrassed. The sight of blood made her feel like vomiting. But all her popular friends stood behind her, waiting with weirded-out expressions so she turned and left and did not say bye.
Confused, Bernard shuffled out of the shop, heading in the opposite direction of Sally and her posse. The rain fell - so did his tears. Why did she show such kindness, but revert back to such a composed figure, a beautiful figure?
As he neared the crosswalk, tears and rain falling, he heard a cry behind him and turned to see Sally running after him, reckless, so he opened his arms and caught her and they kissed and cried and laughed and kissed again. "Sally! What do you think you're doing with a bookie?!" Her boyfriend shouted from across the street. She ignored him.
THE END.
Notes: Bernard's last name, Cobalt, says nothing about him as a person; Story written by authors alternating sentences, so it is certainly a joint effort.
Bernard Cobalt
Picking up his book, his favorite book, off the ground, the wet ground, Bernard made his way toward Edward Julian's, his coffee shop of choice for intense study outings. He wiped off the book with a smear on his pants, reddening when he thought of the way he'd walked right into a phone pole because he'd caught sight of that pretty girl. Oh, what a pretty thing she was, that Sally Hitchens. He bit his lip to hold back the smile, shoving his glasses back up his nose and entering the shop.
Walking in the open door, Bernard's heart raced up his throat as he saw many bodies studying, chatting, and some staring. He instantly thought they were staring at him so he felt self-conscious and quickly ordered his drink in a mumbled voice and shuffled to the corner table, not meeting anyone's eyes. The chair wobbled, a definite studying fright and reasonable excuse to exit EJ's as quickly as possible. In his extreme haste, he threw open the door so hard that he slammed the packed-full trashcan, making it explode in a hail of drippy cups and crumpled napkins. Appalled at his own clumsiness, a daily occurrence, and avoiding slightly judgmental glances, he hurriedly and quite inefficiently stuffed the debris back into its worthy container.
No one helped him. In fact, the baristas were used to such a display of clumsiness from Bernard that they added a tally to their "Bernard moments" sticky note. He was halfway through the door when he felt a hand on his arm - Sally Hitchens' blue eyes met his, concerned. Her hand slid down his arm, meeting his hand which she turned over to reveal a sliver the floor had given him. She looked away embarrassed. The sight of blood made her feel like vomiting. But all her popular friends stood behind her, waiting with weirded-out expressions so she turned and left and did not say bye.
Confused, Bernard shuffled out of the shop, heading in the opposite direction of Sally and her posse. The rain fell - so did his tears. Why did she show such kindness, but revert back to such a composed figure, a beautiful figure?
As he neared the crosswalk, tears and rain falling, he heard a cry behind him and turned to see Sally running after him, reckless, so he opened his arms and caught her and they kissed and cried and laughed and kissed again. "Sally! What do you think you're doing with a bookie?!" Her boyfriend shouted from across the street. She ignored him.
THE END.
CASE STUDY 2: The Evils of Tourism
Observations in an Airport Gate
Note:
Note:
- one pair bloodshot eyes
- trench coat, beige, floppy
- mechanical gait
- one pair hands, stuffed in jacket
- hair, non-uniform with round soft spot
- darting steps
- briefcase, trim
- one pair squeaky shoes
Conclusion: Upon first glance, the assumed accountant in question is desiring of a new pair of relaxing dress shoes, an appointment to Nancy's Hair for Professional Men, a seminar on the proper placement of hands while walking, and a subscription to Sleeper's Guide weekly.
CASE STUDY 1: The Evils of Tourism
Observations in an Airport Gate
Note:
Note:
- one pair tube shorts
- one pair pasty white legs, floppy
- sauntering gait
- one pair dark glasses
- smile, benign
- one baggy Hawaiian shirt
- tall
- one sandwich, unwrapped, gusting meat
- camera bag
Conclusion: By observance, the tourist in question needs a clear wardrobe update, a class on the instruction of sandwich carrying, a facial expression seminar, and a recommendation to a corrective gait therapist
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