Why?

[ladyjanelly]

So I'm sitting in Chick fil A this morning, and I am the only person in that whole half of the restaurant, working on my laptop with all my notebooks spread out around me, looking all busy and stuff.

WHY did the two men with the two toddlers have to come sit right behind me?  

You know how hard it is to write PORN with a kid learning his colors two feet away?

Sheesh.

Comments

[yonihamagid.livejournal.com]

How were they supposed to know you were writing porn? Do you have a big 'I'm Writing Porn" sign in neon hanging over you when you write porn?

Can you tell I enjoy typing "writing porn?"

And, yes, I get that the problem is that you were visibly working and they sat down with two noisy children next to you when there were plenty of places they could have sat that wouldn't have impinged upon your space, not that you didn't want to write porn in front of toddlers who most likely cannot read porn or anything else.

[ladyjanelly.livejournal.com]

writing porn writing porn writing porn

Heh. It is fun.

Okay, no.

Yes, you get my point.

Damnation.

I'm okay now.

[faunna.livejournal.com]

Because most people are oblivious to their surroundings and give no thought to the ramifications of their actions. This goes doubly so the average Chick-fil-A patron as the chain was specifically designed to cater to the bland needs of the inherently thoughtless urban homosheepian.

Next time return the favor... grab your cell phone and pretend to talk to Forest about euphemisms for the penis as you feverishly take notes. Maybe they won't notice, maybe they'll get the hint and move away, maybe they'll ask you not to say things like "one eyed foam spitting burrito of love" in front of their children giving you an opening to point out that they chose to sit next right next to the only person who was quite obviously sitting well away from everyone else. Me, in a confrontational mood... nahhhhh :)

How about this, just start laughing, loud. Nothing scares the average joe out of an airspace like someone suddenly having an uncontrollable, preferably maniacal, laughing fit as they approach. It's more, um, sophisticated than doing what my husband might do which is begin an exaggerated crotch scratching action and suddenly blurt out something like "Gahhh, this CREAM the Dr. gave me isn't helping the RASH on my BALLS!"... uncouth, but effective.

[ladyjanelly.livejournal.com]

The bad thing was, that's like my place. I'm a regular. They know my order when I walk in and they make my tea right. And I was so focused that I didn't realize they were right there until I saw the back of their heads reflected in the laptop.

I'm okay now. Really.

[faunna.livejournal.com]

You know I don't consider you average or a homosheepian, right?

[ladyjanelly.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah. No insult taken. But I can pass when I have to.

And chicken breakfast burritos.

[embroiderama]

People! They've got no respect for the porn-writing woman who just wantes to be left alone. ;)

[ladyjanelly.livejournal.com]

I looked so busy, man. It just wasn't right.

[editorzon.livejournal.com]

*giggles uncontrollably*

[ladyjanelly.livejournal.com]

talk about breaking my groove, man. Damnation.

[realpestilence.livejournal.com]

I do that whole maniacal laughing to myself in private amusement, all the time-in restaurants, driving, while checking out patients. It doesn't work. I just get weird looks and "oh, there she goes again" sighs.

*cackles*


It's odd how seeing one person sitting by themselves in a big room with plenty of seating will somehow *draw* other patrons to you, isn't it? It's like you're magnetic or something!



Pesti