When Your Tolerance Is Down A Quart

I have a theory about, when something unpleasant keeps occurring in your life.  It’s an obstacle keeping you from personal growth, because the moment you learn to deal with it appropriately, it never happens again.

At least once a day someone does something that could put me over the edge.  It usually involves self-absorption, ignoring me, who’s put in their path.

In the mornings at 5 a.m. there’s a man who comes into Starbucks I’d like to kill.  He doesn’t even have coffee, just comes in, sits down and talks on his phone.  I half think he pretends to be talking after observing him for some time.  He always needs to make his presence known in his baggy trousers barely holding up his girth that tumbles out like a snowdrift.  He has a notebook as if he were Walt Whitman and flirts with Julie the barista whose overt politeness sadly betrays her since, he just won’t leave her be.

I’ve tried to take myself off the ledge in regards to how annoyed he makes me.  I say, Susannah, he’s a lonely, needy man.  Where’s your compassion?  Asleep goddammit…it’s 5 fucking a.m…it hasn’t punched in yet.

But back to my theory.  Until I can sit there unaffected by his incessant chatter on and off the phone, he will continue to piss me off.

What’s the answer?

shove a sock in his mouth…

complain to Julie who will just smile and say, I know, I know…

find a new place?

See, that’s just it. This guy has relatives who will appear on their phone in baggy pants with empty notebooks since you can’t write and irritate at the same time, so it’s best that I somehow get over it…sigh




About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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18 Responses to When Your Tolerance Is Down A Quart

  1. Could you use ear buds and listen to music on your phone? I have a RESIDENT annoyance — beloved husband listening to streaming New York radio stations. He wears his phone in his pocket, so the jabbering goes with him throughout the house. One of these days I’m going to get music set up to drown him out.

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  2. Coyote from Orion says:

    That is when you need Ozzy Osborne to start buying his coffee there too

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  3. Very funny!! I’ve been in your situation. Sometimes simply ignoring someone won’t make it go away. I get you

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  4. micklively says:

    So why do you find him so annoying? He sounds harmless to me. Save your spleen for folk dropping bombs.

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  5. I get it, I really do, but you know what … I’m tired of giving annoying fucks a free pass on their fuckery. Being the bigger person. Understanding that they’re lonely souls, and ignoring them gets old. Clearly my tolerance is running on empty…lol!

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  6. skinnyuz2b says:

    Yup, you’re right Susannah. They’re like a pesky mosquito. You swat one flat and another takes its place.

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  7. Citylimits says:

    I wonder if it ever occurred to you that perhaps this morning ritual, like yours is his solace. Maybe home is chaotic, maybe cold. It is not always about you.
    Rudeness , I agree is unacceptable but this. Minor


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