A couple of days ago I sat in a café, working. I do this from time to time. Now, sharing tables is a perfectly ordinary part of Edinburgh café culture. I was a little surprised by this when I first came here (as most Norwegians would rather lose a leg than share a table with a perfect stranger), but I have come to rather like it.
I don't like it. I get annoyed and I glare
I ignored her.
You are sensible.
Now I have a horrible cold which I have done nothing to deserve and which has struck at the most inopportune time imaginable. I am severely miffed. And I hold the hideous woman entirely responsible.
So you should.
From now on you need a doctor's note to the effect that you are bug free before you can join my table.
I like it. A crazy lady accosted me at the pub a week ago, sat beside me, yammered at me about her (clearly fictional) job as part-time journalist and receptionist at the Pakistani Embassy, lurched about a bit, and when I went to the Ladies, nicked my cigarettes. The world is full of nutters.
Elaine
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23/08/2010 04:25:33 PM
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I think the problem is that you go into small cafés.
23/08/2010 10:28:04 PM
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But I don't.
23/08/2010 11:33:16 PM
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Kilimanjaro is pretty small really.
23/08/2010 11:45:35 PM
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Urgh, table-sharing lunatics.
24/08/2010 02:12:42 PM
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it wouldn't bother me to have someone sit at my table
24/08/2010 04:29:49 PM
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