Short & Sweet
2. " When I was in college, I went to sevral coffeehouses. I made new friends and had a great time. My best friends met her husband there"
3. " One great thing that happened over coffee at a coffehouse was my husband found out he was going to be a dad"
Inspirations
1. " The best things that have happened to me have been related to my
writing. I occasionally meet with people much smarter than me, and several thimes,
they've pointed out important probelms or provided clever ideas."
2. " I worked regularly on a novel at a local coffeehouse, listening to the music and relaxing in a great writing atmosphere."
3. " When I was having coffee at a house, the most brilliant idea struck me. I rushed home and wrote a book. It took me exactly two weeks"
2. " I worked regularly on a novel at a local coffeehouse, listening to the music and relaxing in a great writing atmosphere."
3. " When I was having coffee at a house, the most brilliant idea struck me. I rushed home and wrote a book. It took me exactly two weeks"
Love and romance
1. " I met my husband at a coffeehouse. At first, I thought he was the most
egomaniacla idiot i had ever laid eyes on, but after a few hours of
(extremely hostile) debating, we made plans to meet again-and then two years
later we met again-at the altar!" 2. "My boyfriend took me to a very romantic dinner to celebrate our one-year anniversary. Afterwards, he took me to get coffee and we sat outside and discussed our future together! It was then and there that i knew we would always be together"
Catching Up
1. "Last summer, My two best friends and i enjoyed coffee and cheesecake after
not seeing each other for many months. The atmosphere of the small town coffee
shop made us feel like we were kids again" 2. " coffee shops always make me smile because it's where my best friends and i of 20 years reunited after not seeing each other in over 5 years. So i hold a special place in heart for the coffee house"
Opportunity
1. "I am a real estate investor in colorado and i always meet with other potential
investors for coffee. I have had tow investors sign contracts to do deals with
me. I love the coffee house even more now !
" 2. "I was at a coffee house having a meeting with my boss. The meeting was for an evaluation. I ended up getting a raise ! "
3. "I was in small coffee house with a friends. A woman at the next table admired my bag and asked about it. I had made it and told her so. She owned a nice boutique in town and I got and order for 25 of them. I was $600 richer for having coffee that day! "
Is That My Drink?
My personal experience is that great things do
happen over coffee at coffee houses. Baby, a close
friend lives at the other end of the city. so we are not
meeting each other as often we would like to. We
decided to meet mid way at a coffee house. One day
we were busy gossiping and giggling like school girls ,
when I looked up and saw a burly man looking
straight at me. I tried to ignore him and continued
with my conversation, but some how I too felt
compelled to steal a look at him. I felt doubly odd
since I noticed a young lady sitting next to him. I
then saw him walking towards our table and before
long he was standing next to me and grinning from
ear to ear. We looked at him with questioning eyes. when he said,ʺ hey, finally I have found you, fatso.ʺ His companion was there too by now and she smiled. I jumped out of my chair and oh my, the way we hugged each other. That was Ravi my school time friend and neighbor, thirty two years ago. After leaving school we both moved to different cities and lost track of each other. Then it was like, all those years disappeared and we were kids again. Baby and Raviʹs wife were so amused to see us thus. Today we have tracked down all our school friends. That coffee house has become our regular meeting joint.
I had just moved to suburban Cleveland and had been stopping at a small coffee shop every now and then because of their fabulous Polish pastries. Being of Polish ancestry, I enjoyed chit‐chatting with the owner. As time went on, the conversation became more personal, and we discovered that our respective grandparents had immigrated to the United States from the same small town in Poland, not far from the Ukrainian border.
My grandparents had been gone for several years, and no one else in the family had any information about any relatives that might be left in Poland, but the owner of the coffee shop still had contact with her relatives in this small town. I provided her with whatever information I had (surnames, dates of birth, etc.), in the hope that I might be able to get some tidbits about any of my distant relatives that might still be in this town. A few weeks later, I got a call from the owner of the coffee shop. She was excited and said, ʺYou need to come over now!ʺ When I got there, she greeted me with a huge smile and with tears in her eyes. It turns out that she was a distant cousin ‐‐ her maternal grandmother and my maternal grandmother had been cousins! Fate? Who knows. But it was over a cup of coffee and some pastries that I connected and found a whole new set of relatives and unlocked mysteries about my family tree that I never would have known, were it not for a cup of coffee. I really donʹt want to sound as white trash as I am going to, but in my hometown, the Waffle House was as close as we had to a coffee shop. Literally, over the years (Iʹm now 48), all of the above happened to me at my home town Awful Waffle.
I had something great happen over coffee at a coffee house. I suddenly met my old friend, who I had not seen in the past ten years. It was very surprising me. I rediscovered one of my old high school friends in a coffee shop once. I was there just to get some coffee and was going to the bathroom to wash up before I left and there she was, waiting a person ahead of me in line. We talked for about an hour, but she was late for an audition so she only had limited time. It was a wonderful experience.
I went to a coffee house in Lititz on Main St. called Spill the Beans. I was sitting in the coffee shop, enjoying my French vanilla coffee and in walks a girl that looks like someone I went to school with. She looked at me and said my name. We hadnʹt seen each other in a couple of years. It was funny that we found each other again in this coffee shop because my friend had moved away to another state and she was back just visiting for a week. We exchanged phone numbers and talk to each other at least once a week. There was a Starbucks in the mall, where I used to work. I used to pass it all the time. One day I was getting my usual ʺcaramel macchiato.ʺ I turn around and there was this unfamiliar lady coming towards me. She asked me if I was Julia and I say yes. She then told me who she is, which did not really ring a bell to me. I then realize who she was ‐ my foster mom. We lost touch when my real mother got custody of me; it had been years since I had seen her.
A few years ago, I was having a cup of coffee and taking my time before I went home. I was just watching kids walk around and how they run when they are being chased by their parents, and also watching shoppers after they purchased items for their house or for the kids or just window shopping. Suddenly a girl walked in front me. I was really appreciating her beauty until a guy walked up to her to hold her hands, then I looked at the guy and recognized him, he was my classmate in high school. I can still remember him; he was the type of guy who does not like women. I can say that in our time he was even scared of courting girls, then suddenly I saw him with a younger female, it was nice to see him with a wife now. I was just smiling to myself when they left, it was nice to see him, now I can say, and at least a friend of mine did not grow old alone. I was able to reconnect with a friend who I had not seen or heard from in three years. We were able to talk about her family, what I had been up to, and what happened to her ex‐husband.
Visiting my old hometown, I met the ʺbig football heroʺ from my old high school at the same little cafe we went to back then. They made the best coffeecake and had great coffee too. This guy was voted best of everything. He was tall, handsome and it seemed as though he would be an NFL star at the very least. Well, I didnʹt recognize him because he gained at least 200 pounds! He came up to me and apparently his high school days, were his best days. He proceeded to tell me how college was too hard, drinking was easy and basically he threw his life away. He never bothered to ask how I was, so I took my coffee to go. (and took some coffeecake too!)
One Sunday morning, I went to THAT coffee house, you know the one that is on every street corner? Anyway, I was reading the Sunday paper, minding my own business...and drinking coffee. I happened to overhear a couple at the next table discussing the name of a person that I knew years ago. Now, this name was SO unusual that I knew that there could only be one of them. So I excused myself and asked them if they were talking about the person that I used to know. Come to find out, one of them was a distant relative of that person and I gave her my name and number to give to my old friend. I never heard from my old friend, but I always think of her when I pass that coffee shop.
Coffee shops always make me smile because thatʹs where my best friend of twenty years and I reunited after not seeing each other for over five years. So I hold a special place in heart for coffee shops. At a recent trip to my local coffee house, I met an old friend who I went to high school with. This was a great day, since I hadnʹt seen this person in about 30 years. (I graduated in 1977.) We enjoyed our coffee together, enjoyed a few laughs, and caught up with the happenings of our lives. It was a pleasant afternoon!
I reconnected with an old friend of mine. We found out we both just got involved with knitting, so we brought some of our things and shared ideas. But more importantly we got caught up on our lives and everything that we missed out on. We spent five hours at the coffee shop that day. Drinking, talking, and knitting. We now meet at the coffee shop on a regular basis.
Coffee houses are a great warm place full of some of the best aromas on earth! I was in line at my local coffee shop and behind me stood an old friend from first grade and second grade. We were the best of friends and we could not believe we ran into each other. The coffee house was nowhere near where we grew up.
There is a Dunkin Donuts down the street from my house, which my neighbor Joey and I often visit. In fact, during the summer we went there almost every night. One night, like any other, we were sitting there, drinking coffee and watching CNN on the television mounted on the wall. I looked over to my left and saw a familiar face. It was a kid named Derek who I had grown up with for twelve years, before I moved away. I hadnʹt talked to or seen Derek since the move, about five years ago.
I almost didnʹt recognize him as heʹd grown up so much. I immediately remembered all the days and nights we played outside together, swam in his pool and had snowball fights. I wanted to go up to him and talk to him but I didnʹt know what to say. However, I didnʹt want to miss the opportunity so I went up to him and just said ʺHi!" He recognized me and stood up to give me a hug. Then he came over to our table. I introduced him to Joey, and we sat and talked about all the things we did when we were kids.
Over coffee, I was able to reconnect with a friend who I had not spoken with for three years because of a silly dispute. Being face to face in a cozy environment, we were able to work through our differences and rebuild a friendship. Weʹve been best friends since! When I worked at Starbucks my coworker and I were doing a coffee tasting ceremony (we were drinking Sumatra) when we discovered that we were actually.
cousins! She recognized my last name, since itʹs not terribly common, and we traced it back, and discovered that weʹre third cousins once removed. Sheʹs a wonderful, interesting person and itʹs been very exciting and moving to get to know her better. We now have many more people to invite to holidays and family reunions!
Why, I sure did have something great happen over coffee at a coffee house! I had a musician friend who was playing at one and his long lost nephew walked in. What a surprise! They got together again after years of not knowing what happened to each other. The close relationship is still going on. My oldest son and I (he is 5) go to a local coffee house once a week as a ʺdateʺ for us. He feels all grown up at the grown‐up place and we get to spend some time together without his little brother or dad needing something from one of us (me). We talk about his week at school and all kinds of ʺUSʺ stuff. Itʹs great ‐ we both look forward to it each week.
By Someone Special…
There is no better joy than knowing what you want
from your life, directing your life towards that one
ultimate goal, while at the same time, balancing your
efforts with good deeds like bringing smiles to even
strangest of strangers. Whenever one person creates anything ‐ a poem, a prose, four lines about herself or himself, a scribbling of words or letters, a reaction to a situation, or the way they approach anyone....or to put it simply anything a person does, it has a mark of its own. The way you look when you frown or smile, is a unique phenomenon. I can never replicate it. No one can. Everything that you do has a tag of its own. Some of us tend to submit to the darkness and do away with positivity while the others follow the light in order to keep themselves away from the dark. Both of which is very much possible and easily attainable. What remains difficult and hard, is the balancing act between the two!
What you see is what you perceive. What you perceive is what you believe. What you believe is what you become. What you become is what you aspire to be. What you aspire to be is what you desire. What you desire is what you dream. Your perception is what eventually leads you towards your dream.
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I Am Accordion 8.
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