On Saturday morning I study. Before I go to study I sometimes like to stop at Starbucks along the way for a coffee and to just sit alone with others while I read the Globe and Mail. This morning after I had just settled comfortably into the leather chair to read, some stranger who I have seen before started to talk to me. He said he had seen me in this Starbucks before, he talked about a backpack that he had seen on the street on his way to the coffee shop with its contents scattered all over the road, a bad movie he had recently seen, Starbuck’s great deal on refills, the weather and a good movie that he recommended. He wondered if I lived around here and where I was going to study. He wanted to talk …. I wanted to read the paper. I found myself frustrated in my attempts to be alone to read in a busy room, and suspicious as to why anyone would talk to me anyway; but I just couldn’t ignore someone in favour of the bad news in the paper or because of my suspicions about men in general. So I decided to read the paper later, and I sipped my coffee and mostly listened. I even had to defend the paper when someone asked me if I was done with it. A very eventful morning at Starbucks.