The smooth jazz floats through the air, completing the perfect coffee shop scene in small town Texas.
I set down my carmel macchiato and pull out my favorite writing notebook, and I begin to take in the variety of people sitting throughout the small coffee shop. I watch as two old men walk in and sit at the big round table in the middle of the room.
“The usual for you boys?” said the waitress.
“Sure Patty,” says one of the men. “I like you hair today, did you change it for Thanksgiving?”
I smile at the familiarity that can only happen in a small town.
My mind focuses on the conversation between two men sitting behind me as they argue over government conspiracies and presidential elections before they are interrupted by a personal pizza and house salad. One of the men quickly blesses the food before they pick up a new conversation on the movie business—government conspiracies forgotten for the moment. The younger sounding man begins to talk about his idea for a movie. In his excitement he talks fast, his vision for a movie soon laid on the table much like the personal pizza in front of him.
His movie is your typical chick flick. Boy saves girl, boy and girl fall madly in love, boy and girl have a huge fight that threatens said love, boy fights for girl and says things like, “I can’t live without you”, girl forgives boy and they proceed to live happily ever after together with no other interruptions.
“I know there are lots of movies along these lines,” he says, ”But I just don’t think there are any exactly like this, and I would like to film it in a small town because the people here are pretty gullible, all that matters to them is that they get some recognition.”
The older man takes a moment to reply, sitting quietly and thinking over his next words. He sighs loudly and says, “Son I’ve been in this business a long time and frankly I have no idea what you’re talking about. If you’ve come here to ask for my help than I suggest you don’t insult the people of small town Texas.”
Old man for the win.