Greetings from John Michael Chapman

Hello and welcome to my blog. You can call me John. I'm still kind of new to this computer stuff, but I'm quite taken with this internet thing. I am not exactly single (I have a girlfriend but am not married) but I am not looking to hook up - I have three cats named Clarence, and frankly that's more than enough pussy for one man.

Saturday, January 18, 2014

Age of Aquarius in a Fish Bowl

I stopped in for a coffee between jobs today. Not my normal haunt, it was (wait for it) a Sta...(I can't bring myself to say it) a place that makes coffee, and despite my snobbery with respect to the magic bean they make an okay cup of coffee. Although I think they've lost their way just a little. Of the ten people in the queue waiting for a barista I was one of two who actually wanted a coffee - and the other took cream and sugar (so it doesn't count) the rest were an odd concoction of blended and assembled beverages that would MacGyver jealous.

With coffee in hand I figured I'd sit for a few minutes and decompress while I recharged. I was surrounded by what I think we were hipsters. A few were plugged into the wall charging their toys, a couple had laptops and one brave soul with a soul patch was reading a book.

There was a young girl with her back to me talking rather loudly on her cell phone while her free hand conducted her conversation. I giggled a little when I imagined her performing Victor Borge's Phonetic Pronunciation (phonetic, get it? It works because she was on the phone - okay I dragged that past the point of return, but I thought it was funny). I really didn't mean to eavesdrop, but bits and pieces of her one sided conversation caught my attention. "You see, it says here that you'll be not only be lucky in love, but you will also find yourself financially secure ... so you have nothing to worry about. What's that? No, really this is good news! See I told you things would turn around this year, aren't you happy?" It went on for a couple of minutes. I was entranced, this was more fun that hearing Norton read out loud from the Farmer's Almanac when he's in the washroom (don't ask).

I'm not really poo pooing the whole astrology thing. Okay, I am a little - but really it was more her earnest belief that her friend on the other end of the line was set for the year.
Who knows, if it makes her happy, then I'm happy - although I'm pretty sure if things tank for her friend she'll feel a little silly ... or not.

Hard to tell these days.

I suppose I'm one to talk, I go to church and pray to an all seeing invisible God who apparently really likes certain people from select denominations. I'm kind of hoping I'm going to the right church where we've got it all figured out and there aren't any weird surprises in the after life.

Oh ...

Now that was a digression. I thought I was making sport of asstrology.
To make a short story a little shorter I finished my coffee, and as I walked past the still gesticulating young lady I hummed rather loudly my favourite 5th Dimension song ... she never batted an eye.

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