Sound Observation: Public

This evening I went to my favorite coffee shop to hear what I could hear...

Entering the coffee shop I was overwhelmed with the grinding sound of coffee beans accompanied by the loud hizz of the milk steamer.
Customers spoke in calm murmurs as they gave their orders to the employees while the cash registers beeped.
An occasional giggle.
Clinking of coffee mugs and other various dishes filled the air.
Deep clunking sounds of footstep came and went with an occasional high pitched clapping of heels on tile floors.
I heard a long swooshing sound followed by a thud every time the door opened and closed.
When open, the sounds of the outside world flood in: cars swishing by, a dog barking, birds singing and crickets chirping and the day comes quickly to an end.
Chairs squeaking again the floor, followed by a plop of body weight hitting the seat.

I could hear the heavy downpour of water out of the faucet as if the water was racing to get to its destination.
Constant tapping of keys on a laptop to my right was interjected with the occasional throat clear from the man to my left.
The sound of a fast moving fan for a cooler begins loud and slowly drowns off.
Car keys drop loudly onto a table creating a high clank.
I heard the scrapping of paper against clothing as pages in a book were turned.
Mellow rustling of items in an oversized bag.

A low clicking of a pen, open, closed, open, closed.
Flicking of fingernails.
Deep breaths.
Sniffling nose. With an occasional powerful horn sound from the old mans nose into a handkerchief.

A woman on her cell phone talks in a high pitched, nasally tone as she walks into the coffee shop. She tells the person on the other end of the conversation her issues of finding the right wedding dress, making sure to accentuate the important words by saying them much louder and more pronounced than the others. Eventually her jabber is drowned out by the saving sound of hizzing milk as it is frothed for a coffee.

One by one the people began to gather their things, creating rumbling and crinkling sounds, thuds, zippers closing, chairs squeaking and dull footstep trailing until they reach the door that swooshes open and they march out into the night.

As the coffee shop empties I hear softer noises like the dull humming of the AC unit.
The faint jingle of jewelry clanking together.
Muffled vibrations from a cell phone.
Pens scratching on paper while the hand that controls it slides across the paper.

A long exhaled yawn is released representing that the symphony has come to an end.