Yoga at the Bus Stop
I took a lovely trip into downtown Seattle the other day. From my house, it's one bus and about 20 or so minutes. Without a real agenda I wandered about, enjoying the weather, the people, shops, coffee. People here are so friendly. When the sun is out, folks reflect it. There is kindness and camaraderie. As my adventure was coming to a close, I decided to stop into a coffee shop and use the restroom. I'd just had coffee, and wasn't in the market for anything; just a convenient place to refresh on the way to my bus stop. I walked in and saw a worker emptying a garbage can. There was maybe one other person in the place. I asked if I could use the restroom. Without looking up she declined, saying I must buy something to use it. I immediately felt stunned (is she really denying me the ability to use a toilet?), and I just stared at her. She didn't meet my gaze. I took a breath. "Ok." I mumbled, then walked out. I walked slowly, halfwa