Step Into My Cafe.

I am a cafe rat.

You've heard of mall rats - those people that spend every possible waking moment slinking around the mall looking for a new something to buy. Cafe rats are much the same - we slink, we linger, we sulk, we relax in our favorite cafes and consume ungodly amounts of caffeine whilst doing so. And goodness knows we love it. There is nowhere I love to be more than sitting in a nice cafe, sipping coffee, reading a great book or looking out a window at the waterfront.

This has led me to the conclusion that I should someday open a cafe. I wouldn't open one of those ridiculous hippie cafes, though - the kind that I, ironically, spend so much time in - no no. This would be a cafe for business professionals. It would have a clean, Scandinavian-inspired interior decor: dark hardwood floors, sleek, black leather furniture, and - in a departure from that theme for the sake of warmth - large, thick wood tables and chairs. No Bright Eyes or Wilco in the background - instead there would be jazz. Wonderful, relaxing, don't-distract-me-while-I-write-this-white-paper jazz. (I have recently become inexplicably addicted to 98.9, the Sooth Jazz radio station. It's heavenly, seriously, give it a try). We'd also - naturally - serve alcohol in the form of fine wines from all over the world, because (let's be honest here) what business professional doesn't need a drink? It would be outfitted with high-speed wireless internet and even have individual and group work rooms, in case the team wanted to get away from the office for a while and work somewhere a little less suffocating. We'd name it something totally pretentious like The Board Room. It would be wonderful.

For now, though, I am content to sit in someone else's cafe and drink my coffee.