Tuesday, April 22, 2003

Triangulation

In the coffee shop, the vaguely punkish coffee girl sporting the midriff that shouldn’t be sported is working. Her boyfriend stops by, he almost always “stops by” while she’s on duty. Greasy hair, goofball wrong-size glasses, polyester brown pants, argyle socks, retro Cons – a true dork. He sits across from me at the table with the chubby, baby-faced, red-haired kid who always wears all black and is almost always here. I jot in my notebook and glance over to see the greasy boyfriend – as usual – studying his girlfriend behind the counter. I end up pretending to stare at the floor while I try to see how long he observes his girl talking to a male customer. I finally glance up to see the girlfriend watching me watch her boyfriend watch her. Creepy.