Coffee Shop Jitters

Revelation:

Coffee shop employees don't want you in the shop if you don't buy anything--caveat: even if your friend buys something.

Mike wanted some coffee. I wanted to use the internet. I wanted to use the coffee shop solely for their free wifi, like using a woman solely for her body. We stop at some crudely labeled "Coffee Shop" in Black Hawk, CO--where casinos and mountains unite.

Mike orders some sort of iced thingmajig and I sit down to plug in. I'm already nervous. I feel the tension mounting. This coffee shop employee--a man--does not want me here. I'm comforted when Mike sits down with me. He gives me some cred. I feel like Mike and his iced beverage are warding off serious mind bullets from this employee.

But Mike leaves. He runs to the drugstore down the street. Now it's just me and this coffee shop dude, who doesn't want me here. But I'm determined to get what I didn't pay for, though the surfing has become less enjoyable. I'm a non-paying customer. I'm a parasite. I'm THAT guy. I'm a leach. I'm a loser. I'm a thief. The coffee man has made me feel this way.

Resolution: stick it out like a stubborn mule. Never cave. Iced thingamajigs are overpriced anyway.

-- JEFF

Location: Black Hawk, CO.