I don’t go downtown often, only a few times a month to do laundry. When I do I like to walk around town and stop in the little hipster tea house on Hall Street. It’s a little overpriced, but I like to shop local when I can. I usually get a chai tea, hot or iced depending on the weather. This day I felt like trying something new. The tea house is in an old converted building made of old wooden beams. Everything is slightly tilted or warped. There’s barely enough room inside for the counter and a row of benches and small tables along the wall. If anyone pulls up a chair to one of the tables they risk cutting off the line to the counter. It doesn’t feel too cramped though, on account of the two huge bay windows that flood the whole place with lots of natural sunlight. There’s a young person in nearly every seat. I see a lot of beards, scarves, handmade crochet bags, and colorful dreadlocks. Mismatched mugs and crumb covered saucers litter the tables. Everyone has a laptop, everyone i...
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