Sonny from ‘A Bronx Tale’ was right.
Yesterday morning I went to my local Starbucks for some coffee, cheese Danish and compelling writing. Lo and behold, my experience was worthy of a blog entry.
Sunday morning is a very busy time for Mr. Schultz’s grande empire.
With a near capacity crowd, tables are hard to come by, especially on the weekends.
As I entered this fine establishment I spotted an open 2-top (Restaurant jargon for table for two)
I quickly walked over and placed my black North Face backpack down on the table.
There were two women sitting nearby who seemed to be enjoying their coffee. One woman was sipping from her cup, while the other told a story and was laughing at the same time.
“Can you keep an eye on my bag please,” I asked politely.
There was a one to two second pause as the lady sipping her coffee lady looked at me, then at the bag.
“Suuuuuurrrrrrrrreeeeee,” she answered rather hesitantly.
I could tell there was some sort of problem from her drawn out answer.
“Is there something wrong with watching my bag while I get a cup of coffee?”
The coffee bar with the long line was about 20 yards away from the table so there was no way I was going to be able to see my bag.
In the past I have been asked many times to watch someone’s bag while they went to the bathroom, stepped outside for a smoke or to talk on their cell phone.
“It’s kinda weird,” the lady said to me.
I looked at her and said, “I just wanna get a cup up of coffee, I don’t want anyone to steal my laptop in my bag.”
Realizing this woman had no interest in watching my bag I grabbed it and said, “Don’t worry about it,” and walked away.
I thought it was “weird” this lady did not want to keep an eye on my bag.