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So I'm sitting in a Starbucks right now, and the lady who was in line in front of me is a complete nut job. You would not believe the efforts required to make her caramel macchiato right. To sum up: she required her foam in a separate cup. I am just saying.

She was (as I mentioned) in line ahead of me, but because I can order a drink like a normal person, I got to my seat first. That was nice, because I was able to snag one of the two soft armchairs next to each other. I'm meeting a friend, so that was good. But then nut job separate foam girl comes and sits in the other chair. Dang. She was with a guy, and she started loudly telling him to pull over a chair and a table and set the computer there and and and. So I scooped my stuff up to move. Meeting a friend, see. 

"OH NO!" she protested, "DON'T MOVE! You stay! He can sit over there! WE," here she made dramatic hand gestures from her chest toward me, "WE are what matter here."

"It's okay. I'm meeting someone, so we'll just grab a table."

"NO! You stay HERE!"

"Uh...thanks. But I'm....meeting someone...so...." And with that, I scurried off.

Now I'm sitting here, thinking about how annoying she is, and feeling simultaneously bravely snarky for blogging grumpily about her when she's sitting eleven feet away, and also very petty and childish, for blogging her at all. 

Sophia got very little sleep last night, and has been a complete bear all day. There is no slight to small or imaginary to ruin her life right now, and Raphael in particular has been her nemesis. Whenever he bumps into her/looks at her wrong/breathes an unfair share of her air/takes up actual physical space in the world as we know it, she responds by throwing things at him, stomping her foot, and shrieking, "NO NO NO! I woke up MAD TODAY."

And maybe, after all, that is my problem, and not the separate foam lady at all. Maybe I just woke up intolerant.

Although I still think it's polite to ask before sitting in the other armchair at Starbucks.