Or, not.
Last night, I was too distracted at home to do the work I needed to do, so I decided that what I needed was a little time away from the net connection. I packed up my laptop and headed over to the Brewer Tim Horton’s, where I settled in at midnight with a coffee and a couple of Boston Cream doughnuts.
After about an hour of studying the code behind WordPress, which was not what I was supposed to be working on, I finally got into the groove, updating the database and completing my first pass through the app’s Setup Wizard. The nearly-empty restaurant was ideal for work: the only distraction was the Musak, easily countered with a little filk. I broke for breakfast around 5:00, when the breakfast sandwiches came on the menu, and continued until just after 6.
As I was getting ready to head home and wake up the schoolgirls (or at least, the one who wasn’t running a temp), the owner came over to my table. I was pleased to see him, as I had chatted with him in the past about such things as WiFi and possibly getting a job and training up through the ranks to management.
“I understand you’ve been here quite a while.”
“Yes, I had some work that I couldn’t get done at home.” (or something to that effect)
“Well, I don’t want this place becoming a hangout, so don’t do it again.”
Excuse me?
I’m sitting here with my laptop, with evidence on the table of multiple trips to the counter, and you’re complaining about me being productive? Do you not understand the concept of “coffee shop”???????
“Fine. I’ll be happy to take my business elsewhere in the future. All of it.” He walked away.
After the gentleman behind the counter made the mistake of wishing me a good day, and getting the short form of this rant, I left, never to return.