Weirdest Story of the Week…January 3

I’m in Starbucks courtesy of a Christmas present, happily sipping a large latte without a care in the world.

It’s early on New Years’s Day so I’m pretty much alone until…

a man sits on my right, a woman, my left. They immediately get on their phones as though they were alone in their respective kitchens.

Now manners for me are big even though I know they’re heading towards extinction like fresh air, presidential leadership and polar bears, but I suit up anyway because my Connecticut, the appropriate part I’m still proud to possess, is not going down without a fight.

I say to the man, “Could you please at least lower your voice…please?” I say this kindly, my words lacking any bite or sting.

He covers the phone, looks at me and says, “I’m sorry, just give me a minute.” In less than a minute he gets off, wonders never cease. The woman, however, whose voice could shatter the front windows, is still talking a mile a minute about some guy named Earl she had a date with who hasn’t called again.

The man turns to me and whispers, “Can you blame Earl?”

I laugh in spite of how she’s succeeding in ruining my latte experience.

Here it comes.

Now I swear to you, this guy said what he said so softly, but she clearly has ears like a hunting dog, which seems an apt description of her overall hungry, desperate, demented demeanor, and says,

“I heard that. You think I didn’t hear that? HOW RUDE!”

They then start going at it, verbally, while the staff stares, riveted like they were ringside at The Garden.

I quietly slink away, my latte, alas, all gone except for a little milky foam I’m soaking up with my index finger, feeling as if I just saw coming attractions of a really bad film, in a theater, that at least had a fairly nice coffee bar.



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 Thanks.
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32 Responses to Weirdest Story of the Week…January 3

  1. skinnyuz2b says:

    Susannah, have you ever heard the expression ‘A skunk never smell it’s own scent’? Well that woman never recognizes her own rudeness. I wonder what kind of design the barista made in her foam? A big mouth? At least the guy was a gentleman, even if he did need a bit of reminding.

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    • People don’t realize how disruptive they are on their phones. It’s become so common to just be in your own little world not caring about anyone in your midst. I would never talk on the phone like that so obviously. She was a clueless gal in entitled clothing.


  2. Sorryless says:


    You handled it the right way. Go Connecticut!

    I’m pretty sure I would’ve been a lot less tactful. I’m used to everyone living their lives on their phone, so I tend to never mind that except when it infringes on my lawn. After which I tend to go inside to grab my verbal Louisville Slugger and well . . .


  3. BAEast says:

    public phone discourtesies needs to be described in some similarly awful term as ‘manspreading’ etc…

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  4. robprice59 says:

    Throw the pebble but observe the ripples from a safe distance. I like your style. 😉

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  5. You stirred the pot and then left? I love it! I like the guy’s humor too. Obviously she’s have issues with Earl.

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  6. You’ve started off the year with another grand tale of your life in the city. We have so much to look forward to as the year progresses.

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  7. You have love irony more than most anything in situations like that…RUDE?

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  8. I suspect Earl is about to be known throughout land now. 😀


  9. I think it takes a special kind of obliviousness to think “how dare you overhear the conversation I’m broadcasting to the room.” Just think, at least these annoying situations make good stories. 🙂


  10. I must say, I had a Starbucks peppermint mocha something or other over the holidays and completely understand how that experience should never be interrupted by the likes of a pterodactyl bitching about Earl who no doubt ran for the hills.

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