I went to the B&N cafe to buy some Starbucks coffee and read some books. I HATE Starbucks–mostly because I just think their coffee is overpriced–but I had a gift card. When I gave it to the cashier, he looked at me and said, “We don’t accept Starbucks cards.”
“But…this is starbucks,” I replied.
“No. This is Barnes and Noble and we just sell Starbucks coffee.” I looked around at all the Starbucks merchandise on sale, the cashier’s Starbucks uniform, and the sign above that said, “Starbucks.” This was bull$h&^. Instead of complaining, I dished out the $5 for my crappy coffee and walked to where I had left my books and jacket.
There was a burly stranger in his mid-30’s taking most of the room at my two-seater table with his arms and magazines. I looked at him and said, “Um…I’m sitting here and I am going to need some space.” Despite the fact that I had been sitting there first, he looked annoyed and begrudgingly threw his stack of 20 magazines on the floor.
I spread out the books I wanted to look at and took out my notebook to make notes. The guy looked at me angrily, “You don’t need all that space! You’re going overboard!”
“I was here first, and I need space to take notes!” I spewed, annoyed.
“You bitch!” he said, shaking his head. “You don’t need all that space.”
How the hell is this guy going to regulate how much space I need?! I just ignored him and returned to my studies. I looked at a sign that said, “Seating area for cafe patrons only.” I almost said something to the guy since he didn’t buy any coffee but then I figured, what’s the point? We were at Barnes and Noble and they encourage breaking the rules.