I’m in Starbucks at my usual table when a very large man sits in the chair across from me.
“Excuse me,” I say, “but why are you here?” properly startled.
He says, “It’s community seating, so I can sit where I want.”
Now the room, being 5:30 a.m. is pretty much empty, so to say his chutzpah is in overdrive is an understatement. My heart pounds having my space so abruptly invaded knowing, if I’m not careful, I’m going to go off like a cherry bomb.
“I don’t mean to be rude but, could you please move? I’d really appreciate it.”
He mulls this over like it’s a Jeopardy question then says, “What’s it like bein so skinny? I’ve been big my whole life.”
Next thing I know I’m having a conversation about obesity and fat grams. Despite having my peace stolen right from under me, my heart opens for this very large man who finally, after thanking me for my views on Half and Half, leaves.
Does this sort of thing ever happen at your Starbucks?
I’m guessing not.