Since cafés started to appear in my city inside supermarkets, I thought it was a great idea to have the possibility of having a coffee in between shopping. You know, something very practical and fun to do in the middle of a task that can be very routine and sometimes heavy. It even seemed like a good possibility to meet someone for a coffee and then, without wasting time, we would both go shopping together. Well, after trying it, I have almost never done it again. The reason is what I want to tell you about this week's 122nd promt of this #tcsp.
I come to this supermarket a lot, because it is very close to my house. There is a cafe, a bakery and a food bar. The coffee is good, but, as I said above, it's been a long time since I've been able to sit here.
Between papayas and bread
The tables, the colorfulness, you can't say it's an ugly place. In fact, I like the tables and chairs and I think they have cheerful colors and easy to clean materials, appropriate for the dynamism of the place. If you notice, there is some wood to bring warmth among so much glass (and it is cold, the air conditioning is usually quite cold).
The problem here, friends, is that the place is always crowded, and not always with people, but with chairs.
To go from the vegetable coolers to the shelves with the other products, you must go around the large island of chairs with your shopping cart, or circulate between them, which is a problem, because they are very close together and it is a nuisance and discourteous to pass so close to the elbows of the diners.
Chairs are in every space they could occupy, so you'll sip your coffee among the papayas and breads, next to the ice cream cooler.
Even with your chair leaning back from the cold ham case.
At this particular table I have never sat down, as I don't think I would be very happy drinking my cappuccino with my side cooling like a chop 🤣.
Besides, the tables are glass, and already cold.
The agglomeration of chairs causes me sensory confusion, and, now that I think about it, a little bit of dizziness. I hadn't stopped to think about it.
When I speak of troupé, it is not entirely a metaphor. This agglomeration at a certain point is a company of dancing chairs at the edges of my radius of vision.
I went to the supermarket, with every intention of taking some pictures for this post, and, either because my imagination is a little too excited, or because I started to realize how repellent I find crowds, I came out a little dizzy.
However, I met my young friend Carlos on the way out. With him I had a few coffees talking about art. He studies art and engineering. He is fantastic. He agrees to take a picture with me for this post. We agree to have a coffee here soon. As shock therapy, he tells me. And he laughs!
