KC and I had a productive morning at the coffee shop. She finished the article that she's submitting for publication and I (almost) finished the outline for paper #1 of 3 due this week. KC headed home for a run and I stuck around to get this mother done. Things were looking pretty good.Until.
A couple of young men, not more than 25 each, sat down behind me to talk over, well, all of life on earth. They've covered global politics, the housing market, why they can't live with their siblings, whether or not life can be considered a game as described in some song by Boston, why they love music groups named after cities (like Kansas), how the BeeGees seem like they could be gay even though they are not (like Queen), and now they're on the difference between economic risk and life risk. All of which they do with their baby faces and all the confidence and knowledge in the world.
It's somewhat admirable.
They gave me a funny look when I moved to this side of the table -- so I could write this without their knowing, of course. I haven't gotten anything done on my paper since they sat down. The fact that I've started counting how many times they use the words frickin' and dude, signals, if nothing else, that it's time for me to go home.
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p.s. Twenty minutes later and I really hate them.
I think you should lean over and offer them some sage advice (from a wise one to the young and naive) - It's better to keep your discussions about all of life to yourself cuz you might find out how really WRONG YOU ARE about the goodness of humanity when I CLOBBER YOU FOR TALKING SO LOUD!!!
That's what I would do....
This is why I have been doing my reading in the car lately. I just can't focus with so much "noise" around.
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