Waiting

Was meeting up with my mother yesterday in order to see the Vatican Splendors exhibit at the Western Reserve Historical Museum. She found a bus trip that brought her in. They were going to stop for lunch, and I waited at the nearby Starbucks until her bus arrived. Since I don't drink coffee, I just sat and drew their little station. It hit me as odd that people who buy coffee at starbucks order such complicated coffees, and yet still have to do more customization on their drinks before they leave with them. I had a solid string of people blocking my view to add more stuff into their coffees.