Not being able to afford internet after moving to an apartment that doesn’t have holes in the wall and a broken window, I am forced to make major updates at the coffee shop two houses down. It’s a nice little boutique shop with a book store attached (neither of which are a large corporate entity).

However, it is overrun with people on laptops, much like mine. Actually, they’re much nicer laptops than mine, which they apparently use for no more than checking their e-mail, and opening the occasional word document. I would dig a months worth of ditches for the computers these people carry around.

They don’t seem to stay that long either. A typical work session for me is about an hour, which is time enough to devour a cookie and a cup of tea. In this time I’ll see someone sit down, set up their laptop, open their word documents with their important looking thesis on them, and begin to stare at people walking in. They’ll stare for about twenty minutes before they call someone on their cell phone, presumably looking for a place to hang out and play video games.

To be fair, there are a few that do actual work. You can recognize them as the people behind a barricade of books that have been there before you get there, and will be there after you leave. Baristas hate them.

I met my wife at a coffee shop, and spent the next six months at the bar watching her work while I dreamed up cartoon ideas. I always offered to help clean the place up after hours so no one got mad at me being there all the time. None of the cartoons were any good, but I still consider those some of my best months.

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