Seriously??
I’m sitting here feeling bad because I’m taking up the space of 4 people (hey–this textbook is REALLY big) and in comes “The Jewish Divorcee/Widowee Group.” Commence tables moving, chairs scraping, excuse me’s being thrown around the room like a football at a Super Bowl party… and 15 minutes later the entire restaurant is now their domain.
GEEZ. I’m sorry that I’m not divorced!! (actually, I am. so there.) I’m just here to do work! Yes, you can have that chair. No, you cannot have the 1 of the 2 tables I’m sitting at or the chair my coat is on. Yes, I’m listening to everything you say while appearing to ignore you. And yes, I’m preparing an email to the General Manager who clearly forgot to notify other Paying Customers that want to eat/be sane in this restaurant.
So, why don’t I leave? Quite simply: Free {refills on} Coffee & Free Internet. Basically, I’d sit through the 3rd World War for that. Or, that annoying family that just came in with six kids under the age of 5. Maybe.
p.s. Also, I’m eating a chocolate-chip bagel. Yes, I did say CHOCOLATE CHIP. Mmmmmm. And I didn’t have to pay an arm & a leg for it, or even an arm only. More like one little bitty finger that I don’t really use anyway.
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