When I returned from the coffee shop writing session yesterday, my wife related a story she’d read.
A man began a new habit of going to the coffee shop every Saturday morning. He enjoyed the atmosphere and would surf the net on his phone and text friends while nursing a coffee drink and nibbling a pastry. After a few weeks of this, he discovered he and the owner had once been friends. Then, life happened. This disconnected but now reconnected in a casual way.
One day the guy received an email from the coffee shop owner. The owner said that the barista complained that the man was ogling her on Saturday mornings and that the owner was going to have to bar him. The man refuted what was happening. Through a back and forth series, he convinced the owner that wasn’t the case.
Meanwhile, the barista was moved off Saturday morning to another schedule. Therefore, the owner said, the man would be welcomed back.
Fuck you, the man wrote back.
I wholly understood and agreed. That place would never be the same for him, and other coffee shops would probably be tainted for him as well.
Sad that it came to that. Made me wonder, as I sit in the coffee shop and people watch, what did that barista think she saw?