I was writing like crazy, trying to keep up with myself, feeling like a man chasing his shadow. My fingers danced, skipped and hopped over the laptop's keyboard....
I looked up. A woman was addressing me.
I raised my eyebrows in question. She questioned back, "Is this table being used?"
Her indicated object was a table with two chairs a foot and a half to my right. The table was bare. The chairs were empty. Elaborately, amusing myself, I leaned left and right, considering the table and chairs, and then peered underneath the table and shook my head. "No, it doesn't seem to be in use."
"Do you mind if I use it?"
"Not at all."
"Thank you." Setting a book onto the table, she added, "I didn't want to bother you." She turned and headed for the counter line.
I gazed around the room. Every table was in use save the one beside me, much different from when I entered and a third of the tables were in use.
Taking advantage of my pause, I sipped my Mexican and wondered what vibe I put off that kept others at bay. Was it just the fury of my typing, the noise of my keyboard, the expression on my face?
Without finding an answer, I returned to my typing.
Causes Michael Seidel Supports
Kiva, Women's International League for Peace and Freedom, Propublica.org, Doctors Without Borders, GreaterGood.com