I just got back from our weekly SnB at a local Starbucks. What a horrible start to the day! We meet every Sunday from 10-12 and it’s usually fairly quiet during that time. After the morning rush, before the lunch rush. There are several tables and one couch w/ a couple soft chairs available, which we never get because they’re usually full. Today, there was one guy finishing up his paper – his Grande whatever was already finished – and only two of us at the time so we sat down there. In the meantime, another gal showed up and we sat there quietly chatting. We weren’t loud but we weren’t whispering either – normal coffee house volume, perhaps even quieter.
Suddenly, the guy jumps up, throws down the paper and says with all the venom he could muster “I’d like you to know the only way I can read is if I do it aloud” as he stomped away! We all sat there stunned! So, Little Miss Smartmouth (me) said “This isn’t a library.” He said “Ok, fine,” sat back down and began to read out loud. So we ignored this fool making a total ass out of himself and continued chatting about Laura’s felted entrelac bag (maybe THIS is what set him off – it certainly blows MY mind!). He finally realized that he’s not bothering us at all and stomped out. We were totally flabbergasted!
But it’s not over. After Guy #1 stomped out, Guy #2 stomps up and told us, also in a particularly venomous voice, that we were totally rude for “hogging” the couch area and that we should stick to a table. Little Miss Smartmouth says “Thanks for sharing. We value your opinion.”
Of course this was the topic of conversation for quite awhile. Guy #1 could have just as easily told us nicely that we were being too loud or bothering him but he chose to be an a-hole. #2 was clearly just irritated that he didn’t get there before us. We certainly don’t want to alienate anyone there because, for most of us, that’s our daily Starbucks.
Is it just us? I talked to a couple other people about it and they too felt that we had just as much right to sit in the comfy chairs as anyone else. We buy the coffee and food, usually more than once. Plus, if we’re at a table in the center of the room, we’re closer to more people (thus ‘disturbing’ more people) than over in the couch area.
I want to know what those guys would have done if a family of three had come in and sat down and chatted. Nothin. But chicks with sticks come in and ‘hog’ the couch? How dare they?! Don’t they know that I – a MAN – gets priority over a bunch of hens?! Sorry to sound so bitter, but that’s really how it seemed.
After all the hubbub died down, we got back to the good stuff – knitting! A couple more gals joined us and the horrible beginning faded a bit (though not entirely). Just look what Laura finished!
Toe up, two at a time on a magic loop. (In the background you can see her to-be-felted entrelac bag on the needles.) Just take a gander at this heel!
We marvel that she and Sushama are such prolific sock knitters. I can barely get the gumption to finish mine that have been a WIP since September.
In a polar switch from the two assholes at the beginning of our meeting, these three munchkins were fascinated with our knitting. The boy in the middle knows how! The one on the left asked some very intelligent questions and was particularly interested in my felted bag. Susan did a wonderful job explaining everything.
In the meantime, I’m going to get me some kitty-love!