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foxmonkey's Coffee House Rules.
Sep. 17th, 2004 08:40 pmHow much of a LOSER do you have to be to hog the best seat in the joint???
Went to the coffee joint after work with Mr. foxmonkey and a co-worker. Entered the joint and immediately scanned my favorite sitting area, which is the primo seat in the joint: a squishy couch and two chairs, tucked in the back corner right by the window. Oh, how I covet that spot when I'm there. Anyway.
At first I thought my spot was empty, but soon realized there was a jacket in the mess of discarded newspapers on my beloved squishy couch. Then I saw the laptop open and ready to go on the table. Taken. I was bitterly disappointed. Keep in mind that this area can probably seat four comfortably, five if they're close friends.
Hubs and I took a not-so-primo table with four chairs (only spot left), and after hubs and I settled in, I went up to the counter to order coffee. Lo and behold, no sooner am I in line than Mysterious Loser Primo Seat-Hoarder shows up. He hadn't even been in the shop! I'd say a good fifteen minutes had passed between the time we first arrived and the time this guy came back from wherever he'd been.
He picked up his little sweatjacket and put it on and I shifted into high gear, making a beeline for our table in case he was packing up. In fact, I may have stepped over to ask if he was leaving, just as he sat back down. I just said, "Ah, nevermind. I thought you were leaving," and gave him a little smile. Grrrrr. Much gnashing of teeth.
Buy my coffee. Hang out with hubs. Wait for my friend. A couple of minutes pass and my friend arrives while I'm waiting for my coffee. We chat and get settled in.
Not five minutes after we sit down, Mysterious Loser heads down the aisle and *goes outside.* Again. He's gone. Again. We were there nearly an hour and a half, and I'd say he was on the premises - ON *MY* SQUISHY COUCH - for maybe ten minutes the entire time we were there.
What a complete and utter totally lame assholish loser lameoid asshole he was! Argh! Some people, I swear. No home training! So friggin' rude!
In other news, it's Friday. Woo to the hoo, baby!
Went to the coffee joint after work with Mr. foxmonkey and a co-worker. Entered the joint and immediately scanned my favorite sitting area, which is the primo seat in the joint: a squishy couch and two chairs, tucked in the back corner right by the window. Oh, how I covet that spot when I'm there. Anyway.
At first I thought my spot was empty, but soon realized there was a jacket in the mess of discarded newspapers on my beloved squishy couch. Then I saw the laptop open and ready to go on the table. Taken. I was bitterly disappointed. Keep in mind that this area can probably seat four comfortably, five if they're close friends.
Hubs and I took a not-so-primo table with four chairs (only spot left), and after hubs and I settled in, I went up to the counter to order coffee. Lo and behold, no sooner am I in line than Mysterious Loser Primo Seat-Hoarder shows up. He hadn't even been in the shop! I'd say a good fifteen minutes had passed between the time we first arrived and the time this guy came back from wherever he'd been.
He picked up his little sweatjacket and put it on and I shifted into high gear, making a beeline for our table in case he was packing up. In fact, I may have stepped over to ask if he was leaving, just as he sat back down. I just said, "Ah, nevermind. I thought you were leaving," and gave him a little smile. Grrrrr. Much gnashing of teeth.
Buy my coffee. Hang out with hubs. Wait for my friend. A couple of minutes pass and my friend arrives while I'm waiting for my coffee. We chat and get settled in.
Not five minutes after we sit down, Mysterious Loser heads down the aisle and *goes outside.* Again. He's gone. Again. We were there nearly an hour and a half, and I'd say he was on the premises - ON *MY* SQUISHY COUCH - for maybe ten minutes the entire time we were there.
What a complete and utter totally lame assholish loser lameoid asshole he was! Argh! Some people, I swear. No home training! So friggin' rude!
In other news, it's Friday. Woo to the hoo, baby!
