I am sorry for staring at some of you lovely people in this lovely coffee shop so constantly. I am not a people creeper, I am a table creeper, and you, old sir, and you, lovey young couple, are at my two favorite tables. Out of the draft, good view, next to the wall outlets, and on the edges so I can watch people without them watching me. I’m only looking for signs that you are about done staring out the window or about to break up and leave crying.
(I would NEVER wish that on you, barefoot couple sharing a bagel and reading a fantasy book aloud to each other. NEVER.
But would it get me your table?)
I don’t want to get all settled in here at this table where my eyelashes are about to freeze off because of the full blast of the AC, so I’m not getting all my things out of my bag, which explains why it looks like I came all the way to a coffee shop to look at my phone. I just can’t work at this exposed, outlet-less table with no view! So hurry yourself up. I’ll be here waiting, and the sooner you leave, the sooner I’ll stop staring.
Dana
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