They are coming to get me
I'm sitting next to a guy on a bench at Starbucks, he's working his computer like a gerbil in a wheel feverishly going nowhere. He's got a nervous tick. Not just one leg, but both legs bouncing like mad. The bench shakes. I wanted to say something because he's moving me from 3.5 feet away. I bet he doesn't even know he's doing it. Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce....
When his legs stop his upper body rocks back and forth. Poor Bastert! What kind of stress do you need to be under that your body takes control from you and moves of it's own volition? He sits with his head on his palms, his forehead on his keyboard, Hands clasped as though in prayer he looks out the window. Then onto running his hands through his hair. Back to his treadmill in the corner of the cage. I can see his feet flexing for their next bouncing run. What is wrong with this poor fucker?
leaked by Mad Munkey @ 10:51 AM
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Good piece of writing, young scribe.
For one, he's in Starbucks. That alone is enough to feel anxious. For another, perhaps he's had enough caffeine to raise the dead. Oh, and he feels alienated from his labour, from the means of production, and from his fellow citizens. He's alone and he knows it. Some of us are still trying to get used to the idea.
Too many venti coffees!
Caffeine withdrawals!!
I think people take their laptops to Starbucks so they can be seen writing ... like somehow it validates their writing if others witness them doing it. Perhaps this was his added way of being noticed in the act.
Maybe you should have said,
"Excuse me sir, but did you ever think of switching to decaf?"
Yeah, he needs to go to Jamba Juice to get his free internet instead. Maybe a banana smoothie will calm him down...
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