Nope! I’m not talking ab
out the movie.
Here I am at Caribou (as always, working hard on a Saturday night:). This guy comes in and sits in
the comfy chair diagonally from me, in front of the fire. He didn’t buy anything (and he’s clearly not with anyone), so I thought for a second that that was rude. But other than that, no big deal…until he decided to take his shoes off and put them up on the public newspaper basket (feet in the basket)! Good night! Where does this guy think he is?
Just since I started writing this post, he put down his book and literally curled up on the chair…as if he’s in front of a real fire, in his own home.
Hey, Buddy, I feel for ya if you don’t have a fireplace of your own. I’m there with ya, but let’s just get for real here…you’re in a public coffee shop! No one wants to see your lovely, stained socks. We’re just not that close.
Memoirs of a Redhead 
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