I got up early this morning and took myself out to breakfast. While sitting at my table, book open next to me, I noticed something disturbing happening a few feet away. Let me set the scene for you:
There was a man, heavily tattooed and wearing a beanie, sitting at the table next to mine. He was quietly minding his own business, with coffee in one hand and a book in the other. I had never seen the man before, but I instantly felt camaraderie with him given that we were both engaged in the act of reading. After a few minutes, another older gentleman came up to the tattooed man and asked if he could share his table with him. (The tables at this establishment are high tops seating four. There were few options available that morning for those dining alone.) The tattooed man said that, of course, he was welcome to sit down.
*Cue horror music* That’s when it happened.
That’s when the older gentleman started talking the tattooed man’s ear off. While the man was trying to read.
The man handled it calmly and engaged the older gentleman for a little while before eventually getting up to leave. Even though I was not part of the equation, I couldn’t help but feel irritated on behalf of the tattooed man. I, too, on multiple occasions have been trying to read in peace, only to have a complete stranger insist on rudely interrupting.
What is it about others that cause them to do this? Is it because they are not book lovers like us, so they don’t understand just how sacred reading time is? Or do they just not give a fuck? Every time this happens to me I am both perplexed and slightly offended.
Seriously, go away. Just let us read in peace.
Does this ever happen to you? How do you handle it?