My lucky table at The Beanery wouldn't be easy to identify in a line up. It looks like all the other tables, non-descript modern blonde 'wood' that's half again my laptop's width. The lucky table's critical difference is in location. Up on the stage, in the corner, my back is protected. I'm by the window so I can look out. An electrical outlet is available to provide power to my outlet, a critical need in this location, as only a third of the tables afford such an opportunity. Besides those details, the window sill provides space to set my coffee so it's in less danger of being knocked over while providing me more room to type on the small space.
I was occupying my lucky space today. A woman entered and looked directly toward my space and then began the search for another table. It wasn't a challenging search as only four other tables were occupied. But she looked again at my location as she settled elsewhere.
It happened that I was finished and began tidying up and shutting down, preparing to leave. She noticed right off. Instead of taking her seat, setting up and beginning to work, she set her computer bag down and picked up a sheaf of papers, casually 'scanning' them as though they were of utmost interest.
I wasn't fooled. I knew she wanted the table. I had no issue with that. I actually wanted to speak to her but she was making strenuous efforts to avoid making contact with me. So I finished nd left.
Once out the door, I turned and looked back. She was setting up at my lucky table.
I guess it's lucky for more than just me. Silently wishing her well, I went on my way.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com