So it’s well known by now that I do most of my work in Starbucks. It’s a lifestyle that suits me reasonably well. Over the last two years, I have become an expert on every Starbucks within a 5 block radius of my apartment; especially in regards to the tables near convenient electrical outlets.
Server issues nonwithstanding, there’s a reason why this blog doesn’t update as often. This is mostly a developer blog now, and there’s only so much mileage I can get out of “I sat in Starbucks all day and worked”.
However, I think I can get plenty of mileage of the people I sometimes meet INSIDE Starbucks.
Case in point, the other day. The table in front of the electrical outlet was occupied, but the table next to it was free. There’s a certain ritual of decorum that goes with this situation. I unpacked my laptop, unrolled the cable, then waved to my neighbor and uttered a sheepish “excuse me” while I maneuvered behind his chair in order to plug the darn thing in. Mission accomplished.
Over the course of the next several hours, I had a bunch of other neighbors sit at that table. I suppose I could have saved myself a lot of trouble and just moved my junk over when the table was free, but it was a busy day and I couldn’t be bothered.
Eventually, the time came to leave. The chair in front of the outlet was again occupied. I waved to my new neighbor and asked “Hi, could you do me a favor and unplug the cord behind your chair?” He shrugged his assent and reached behind his chair.
Suddenly I heard a “snap!” and he jerked his hand back as if burned. My harmless little electrical cord decided at that moment to rebel, and delivered a static shock of nasty proportions. He looked surprised for a moment, and my guilty conscience reared. “Omigod, you okay?” I exclaimed as my neighbor regained his composure.
“Sure I’m fine,” he uttered. Then he stood up and walked out.
Now, people stand up and walk out of Starbucks all the time. There’s nothing unusual about that. However, he had a jacket and laptop and a cell phone on the table. He left it all there.
I didn’t process this yet. I figured he was just going to the bathroom or something. I unplugged my cord (which didn’t shock me), and packed up my stuff. It eventually dawned on me that he didn’t walk toward the bathroom. He walked toward the front door. I looked out the window and saw the guy there, just standing outside the door. I thought he might be smoking a cigarette, but nope. He was just waiting.
My overactive imagination started rearing, and frantic thoughts started to hammer against my brain. Just what was this guy doing? Was he lying in wait, ready to pounce on me as I walked out? Was he pissed at me for indirectly giving him an electric shock? And, most importantly, was there a back door to this place?
There was no back door, but I figured it was a good time for a bathroom visit. My logic ran thusly, if the guy was still waiting outside when I got out of the bathroom, THEN was the time to really wonder. Otherwise, I’d just walk out and forget about it.
When I got out of the bathroom, lugging my laptop, I saw my new nemesis walking across the room to his table. He noticed me, and he stopped. He looked like he was about to turn back toward the door, but then reconsidered and went to his table.
A close call? Perhaps. Overactive imagination? Most certainly. Lesson learned? I’ll unplug my own damn cables from now on.
