I only needed about two solid hours to complete my book chapter summaries, so I went to “my” Starbucks to do two hours of focused work.
There were no private tables available, so I went to a long table that had an electrical outlet for my computer cord, but nowhere to rest my legs on the tall stool. I can live with that for two hours.
But, what I found I can’t live with is the guy next to me with cool ear phones talking to “whomever.” I have no idea who, or even if, he was talking to someone.
I got up to order some green tea, (after staring at and considering the bagel holes with cream cheese), and saw that my coffee shop “neighbor” was playing a game on his computer and is evidently talking to himself…or the screen…and almost every other word he utters starts with the letter “f.” Read More