whatever
Senior Member
So I'm sitting in a Starbucks in Cabbagetown the other night, minding my own business, just enjoying my tea and setting up my lesson plan for the next day's history class. All good, right?
But then these guys come in. One of them, the young guy, seems reasonable enough. It looks like he's been dragged away from home at this ungodly hour by this other button-down lord of the manor. You know the type. The type that thinks that everyone under thirty thinks Starbucks is a happening place, and so arranges all of his business meetings at one to try to look hip by diffusion. As if.
So the old guy starts getting all animated, throwing around buzzwords and code talk, trying to make himself look conspicuously inconspicuous. Big secrets at this table, indeed. Terribly important that "the competitors" not know whether we put the logo in the top right corner or the lower left.
I could see the old guy getting agitated, like he wanted to get up and leave. I'm sorry, did you book this Starbucks, sir? They have these places, with doors and locks, they're called rooms, why not get one? Why go to the trouble of leaving the manor if you don't want to be seen or heard by the plebes? Do you not have the key to an office in those fancy pants of yours?
I wish this guy would go to Europe and visit a cafe there. Everyone's chatting, waving, walking, etc. and no one goes there for privacy. Starbucks is not a business centre folks!
But then these guys come in. One of them, the young guy, seems reasonable enough. It looks like he's been dragged away from home at this ungodly hour by this other button-down lord of the manor. You know the type. The type that thinks that everyone under thirty thinks Starbucks is a happening place, and so arranges all of his business meetings at one to try to look hip by diffusion. As if.
So the old guy starts getting all animated, throwing around buzzwords and code talk, trying to make himself look conspicuously inconspicuous. Big secrets at this table, indeed. Terribly important that "the competitors" not know whether we put the logo in the top right corner or the lower left.
I could see the old guy getting agitated, like he wanted to get up and leave. I'm sorry, did you book this Starbucks, sir? They have these places, with doors and locks, they're called rooms, why not get one? Why go to the trouble of leaving the manor if you don't want to be seen or heard by the plebes? Do you not have the key to an office in those fancy pants of yours?
I wish this guy would go to Europe and visit a cafe there. Everyone's chatting, waving, walking, etc. and no one goes there for privacy. Starbucks is not a business centre folks!