But this afternoon was frustrating. I went to Starbucks to work. Took the macbook and my headphones and was working away. This particular Starbucks does not have a lot of inside seating, and since I had notes and didn't want to sit right next to the door, I set up on the one big table that had four chairs around it.
In comes a woman with two small boys. Small, don't ask me ages. I am guessing 3? Pretty good on their feet but a little scary with the knives and forks and drinks. She comes up and asks me if they can sit on that side of the table. I initially think she just wants to borrow the chairs, but then agree that she and the kids can share the table with me. But then I see the drinks and get a little nervous.
I move my laptop a little farther away and also to give them all more room. I keep working. Kind of. I am tensed and ready to lift the laptop at the first sign of spillage. Finally, I realize that is a bad idea and put the laptop away and just read on my notes. Which would be fine but the kids keep kicking the table legs. Mommy dearest continues to talk to them about their day.
At first, I was fine with it. I thought, she is probably a little hectic keeping these two from enlisting or something. Least I can do is be accomodating. But the leg kicking continues. And after the little dears finished their banana bread or whatever, she goes to get them another piece. She keeps encroaching on my space and finally I decide that I would be better off working at home.
Was it just me? I tried. I honestly did. But she never once asked them to stop kicking the table. She never once--after asking for the chairs--said anything to me. True, I had the headphones in, but come on. I don't think it was asking that much for her to try to keep them from ruining my coffee. Hell, I was trying to be nice.