o go to a coffee shop everyday for three years before you're a regular there?""No! I didn't say that.""Yes you did.""UH well let me rephrase. A regular is someone who goes to a coffee house often enough to be recognized by others in the coffee house and by the workers there.""The waitress Chrissy knows you.""Yeah but that guys sitting over there doesn't know me and he's here way more than me.""Well another customer pointed you out as a regular to me too.""Don't you have any real questions to ask me.""You never answered my first one.""Fine, but I'm not a regular.""Then what are you?""A good customer." A smile comes over both of our faces now and we fall into a friendly laughter. Our conversation evolves and Erica goes on to explain how she just uses Jitters as a place to study. An escape from the repetitive dorm life, "and to get away from my crazy roommate." It seems somewhat ironic though that in trying to escape the repetitiveness of the dorm life. She found refuge only in the same sort of repetitiveness that occurs in a coffee shop. "No, no one day in Jitters is never the same, never boring, never un-insightful" she says. As the sun dwindles down so does our conversation, I part with a smile on my face and begin to open the door to leave when Erica yells out "I'll be here tomorrow round the same time, stop by!" I nod back to her in silence and can't help to give a small giggle on my way out. The regulars always come back.Jitters is just one of those places where people want to be. Maybe it's due to the sudden rise in demand for coffee, but probably not. I 'd like to think that it is something more than that. Something having to do, with the people that walk into Jitters, the stories that they have to tell. From their workers to their customers everyone holds a piece of the Jitter's puzzle. It's not just one thing that makes this caf what it is, there are many things. Many stories untold, many people unheard, and definitely many more ...
