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Neurotic Laptop PC user of the day.

08.19.2006 @ 10:05 PM in Lifestream
First off, I'm at Starbucks today because of three things: 1. It's been raining all day, and the fair was the last place my ass was going to walk around all wet in. 2. Spot coffee is packed full of Elmies (Elmwood infiltrators) because of the Elmwood Festival of the Arts. 3. My beloved free wireless hotspot is not showing up of late, probably do to the bad weather. So, I'm at Starbucks paying for my internet today. There is a nice free hotspot called "linksys" that you can get while sitting at Starbucks, but bad weather makes the signal weak and intermittant. The T-Mobile hotspot is strong and beefy. $9.99 for a daypass isn't that bad either. Ok... bitch time. I totally thought that a laptop was supposed to be portable. Something about no wires, less hassle, and makes ya look sexy in a coffee shop. I admit to plugging in a few peripherals, the iBook's battery needs to be replaced, so the power adapter is always in. Ok, and I have headphones and a USB mouse going, too. But the guy at Starbucks today, who I'm currently watching, is just ridiculous. Pandora is streaming nice and loud, and I can still here him and his frantic racket. He comes in and plops his bookbag on the table next to me. He starts to unpack. First, he pulls out his Dell lappy and begins to fiddle with the battery. He begins to sigh in a rather bitchy, faux-geek tone. This man is obviously not loved by electronics. After a pointless inspection of his battery, he has come to the conclusion that he must plug it in. That requires using the outlet I am using. I'm a nice guy, but if you get in my space, acknowledge it. The man was 8 feet from the outlet, and I was in his direct path. He proceeds to run his cord under my table, and leans over my messanger bag to plug in. I give him my patented cunty death eyes. He is oblivious, and goes back to trying to turn on his computer. The sighs are still going and the dramaticisms of his movements make me almost sympathetic. Almost. Watching him from the corner of my eye, he spends the next ten minutes attaching his USB mouse, jumbo studio-style headphones. I gather he is trying to find a free wireless network. He sees me on the internet and he becomes frustrated that he is not at successful. He almost opens his mouth four times to ask me something. Meanwhile I think his cellphone is sending him text messages saying he's an idiot. Today, his gadgets must have went on strike. Someone just left. He starts to pack up. Once again, he reaches over my shit and unplugs. But, wait, folks. He has managed to get my power cord caught up in his. Once again, he gets the death look, but he silently and hurriedly untangles, packs everything on top of his Dell, and rushes over to a more prime spot for free internet, I suppose. I can still hear him making racket and whiny noises. Whispered obscenities escape here and there. He moved once more and has now settled into his "prime" spot. I don't think he bought anything at Starbucks, either. I hope his battery blows up. I don't know why I blogged this. [tag]Starbucks, Dell, Apple, Elmwood Ave[/tag]