2011/1/365
12/4/11: So after waking up this morning and feeling back to 100%, it was off to my normal Sunday routine. The apartment was cleaned, including the first dusting of furniture since I moved in, which was rather gratifying. Then, it was off to a coffee shop to do what I love doing most…people watch! Oh, and do some work, of course. I decided to head to one of my favorite areas in the city, but didn’t realize I was going somewhere where seats, tables, and power outlets went like hotcakes and were hot real estate. The two story Starbucks in Harvard Square was packed…with people doubling up at small tables. After eventually finding a table, I settled in and began writing. About halfway into drinking my grande green tea frappuccino, the unthinkable happens. A man comes by my table, picks up my drink and begins drinking it as he walks away, making no eye contact with me the entire time. To no surprise to anyone, my only reaction is to laugh…because what else is there to do in such a situation? I swear, I cannot make this up. After about fifteen minutes of laughing and twiddling my thumbs, trying not to make any eye contact with anyone who is staring at me wondering the same thing I am, I decide that I need another drink on my table so that I don’t look like one of those people who just steal Starbucks’ wireless internet. I head downstairs and decide to switch things up by order a black tea…and buying a Boston Starbucks mug (I collect them and of all cities, I don’t have Boston!). I figure if I have an actual mug at my table rather than a paper cup, the culprit wouldn’t strike again. To my surprise, as I’m getting ready to pay for my second drink, a man steps in from behind me and offers to pay for my order. I attempt to decline, but he simply says “trust me, you deserve it and it totally makes seeing what happened upstairs worth it”. I stand a bit confused and think I’m being recorded on some reality TV show, but the man assures me he didn’t know the thief and had nothing to do with it. So, at the end of the day, I gained a new mug, a new friend, a great laugh, and a little bit of embarrassment from the public attention. I hope the thief feels great as soon as he contracts my strep throat that I’ve only been on antibiotics for for 36 hours. Sucker. I look forward to where my coffee shop adventures take me next week!

12/4/11: So after waking up this morning and feeling back to 100%, it was off to my normal Sunday routine. The apartment was cleaned, including the first dusting of furniture since I moved in, which was rather gratifying. Then, it was off to a coffee shop to do what I love doing most…people watch! Oh, and do some work, of course. I decided to head to one of my favorite areas in the city, but didn’t realize I was going somewhere where seats, tables, and power outlets went like hotcakes and were hot real estate. The two story Starbucks in Harvard Square was packed…with people doubling up at small tables. After eventually finding a table, I settled in and began writing. About halfway into drinking my grande green tea frappuccino, the unthinkable happens. A man comes by my table, picks up my drink and begins drinking it as he walks away, making no eye contact with me the entire time. To no surprise to anyone, my only reaction is to laugh…because what else is there to do in such a situation? I swear, I cannot make this up. After about fifteen minutes of laughing and twiddling my thumbs, trying not to make any eye contact with anyone who is staring at me wondering the same thing I am, I decide that I need another drink on my table so that I don’t look like one of those people who just steal Starbucks’ wireless internet. I head downstairs and decide to switch things up by order a black tea…and buying a Boston Starbucks mug (I collect them and of all cities, I don’t have Boston!). I figure if I have an actual mug at my table rather than a paper cup, the culprit wouldn’t strike again. To my surprise, as I’m getting ready to pay for my second drink, a man steps in from behind me and offers to pay for my order. I attempt to decline, but he simply says “trust me, you deserve it and it totally makes seeing what happened upstairs worth it”. I stand a bit confused and think I’m being recorded on some reality TV show, but the man assures me he didn’t know the thief and had nothing to do with it. So, at the end of the day, I gained a new mug, a new friend, a great laugh, and a little bit of embarrassment from the public attention. I hope the thief feels great as soon as he contracts my strep throat that I’ve only been on antibiotics for for 36 hours. Sucker. I look forward to where my coffee shop adventures take me next week!

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