Laptop Love and Bombs
Reasons elude as I try to decipher exactly why the fuck I’ve been sitting in this Starbucks cafe for a couple of hours. I’m enjoying the lengthy longevity of this new laptop now that my placement in a cafe doesn’t have to rely on my proximity to a damn power outlet. I am also enjoying the relative coolness of my lap where my laptop sits at the moment. The inferno felt by my last laptop made me feel less of a man as my junk melted under the heat of roasting computer parts.
My online journey in these past hours has brought me from the “New York Times Best-Seller List”, a Wikipedia article about post-apocalyptic fiction, several Tumblr articles about writing, neonatal nursing articles, a chat room, and through the unavoidable domains of Facebook profile pages. Two pairs of individuals occupied the table to my left, and their conversations, as much as I tried to focus on them, entered my ear in the tone of that incoherent, squawking teacher from Peanuts.
Oh, wait. Now this is interesting. The lady sitting in the lounge chair next to me just asked me to watch her laptop sitting on the coffee table in front of her. She has now left the cafe with her purse in hand. Awkward. I am almost certain now the lone laptop is going to explode. That’s right. She was probably one of those cunning terrorist individuals part of some kind of radical group dedicated to making a political statement. Perhaps she wanted to boycott the giant coffee corporation in the most violent way.
Right, Rhod. A middle-aged woman has nothing better to do than to wreak havoc in the tourist district of San Francisco. She’s back to sitting in her chair now in front of her laptop, and you are still alive, buddy.
I am hungry. Onto my next mindless adventure: Sushi Selection.
Dun dun duuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnnn.
