You're listening to the radio. You're either singing along to a song loudly and off-key, or listening to your favorite talk radio program and it's reaffirming your belief that our country is in the shitter and your candidate can fix it, just you wait.
You changed your mind about being here, and are trying to figure out where you really want to go.
Your intense introversion has gotten the better of you. You can't face the barista, can't face the customers, and can't face yourself.
You're going to break up with him today, and he's already in there and while you're ready to break up and you know it's the right thing for both of you, especially you, you know he'll be devastated and that there will be a scene in spite of you choosing this public location. And you want to get this over with so you can get on with the rest of your life, which will be perfect without him in it, once you're over the guilt.
You've already been here and you're on your way to there so you're reprogramming your GPS to get you there, wherever there is. Honestly, you hate these things, and you only use this one because your kid bought it for you. You're perfectly able to get everywhere without it.
She's going to meet you here, and you'd rather wait in your car so as not to seem over-eager because you really like her and don't want to screw this up, like you always do. Unfortunately, you still end up inside before she arrives.
You looked at yourself in the mirror and a wave of self-loathing made you reach for your bag to find your comb and blood red lipstick.
You're me. You don't want to be here, but you don't want to be there either. So you look at the other people sitting in their parked cars.