Inappropriately Grouchy

I am trying to do some editing at my beloved Caribou Cafe.

Sadly, though, I am thwarted.

A man came up to me a bit ago and asked to share my table, since there are not so many outlets for laptops. I happen to know that there are two tables towards the back with outlets, but whatever.

I don’t like having anyone in my personal space when I am writing or editing, but I could probably muddle through if not for the fact that he keeps talking to me.

I realize he’s trying to compensate for the awkwardness of invading my table and demonstrate that he’s “really a nice guy” and all, but Jeez… just let me write, dude. I’m really not that interested in hearing about your two jobs and your MBA program.

I R Evil. snort.gif


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