Hi, I’m a coffee shop rat, okay?
I sit here for hours, reading and writing, sometimes not actually doing anything at all! I am a sucker for lame wooden retail environments. They make me feel comfortable, like I’m at the most sterile cottage on the planet. ANYWAY, see, here are two things I do here that I probably shouldn’t. These problems aren’t exactly exclusive to coffee shops, but for some reason coffee shops are the only places I ever have to worry about this happening.
PROBLEM ONE IS BELCHING. I don’t know, maybe it’s the fact that there’s a nice fake fireplace, or wifi, but I get a little too comfortable in these places, because I’ll be sitting here, doing my thing, checking my Facebook or some bullshit, and then I’ll realize: Wait, I just belched, loudly. Why can’t I catch this sooner! I only become aware of what I’m doing just in time to look up and give guilty facial expressions to half of the people in coffee shop, who I am distracting from checking their own Facebooks.
PROBLEM TWO IS STARING AT PEOPLE LIKE A CREEP. This sort of stems from the same cause as problem one. After spending a little while at my relaxing wooden table with a checkerboard printed on it for some reason, sipping on cappuccino brewed from terribly burnt beans (with soy milk!!!), I dig into my head and let my “creative side” come out. And let me tell you, it’s intense. It’s so intense that I lose track of my surroundings and allow myself to zone a little bit. Here’s the problem, though, and I don’t know why it only happens at coffee shops, but I always end up staring at someone, at an inappropriate place on their body (but usually their face, which is creepier). I don’t know if they’re laid out on purpose for this kind of thing (to promote, I don’t know, a sense of community? sit down and relax and talk to new people across the room), but I get “caught” doing this pretty much every time it happens.
So pretty much? I have a reputation at about four coffee shops as “that guy who sits in the corner and stares at me and burps really loud.” At least I tip, but now it’s more out of guilt than anything. Coffee shops are so hard sometimes.
edit: A third thing, I’ll also pick my nose, but I don’t really care about that.