Cocooning at Caribou Coffee

After a week of unseasonable deliciously warm weather we were slammed back into the reality of a Wisconsin April…cold and wet. It was a lovely 38 degrees this morning so I decided to cocoon at Borders book store. I wandered around looking at all the new releases, the 3 for 2 tables and browsed through Martha Stewart’s latest book on how to make a sofa out of laundry lint. The sad thing is I almost considered buying it out of total boredom of 14 months of unemployment.

I read somewhere the 10 best places to meet men, top of the list was the produce department on Sunday, second was a book store on Thursday .. just kidding about the Thursday. I am sad to report there were three men over 75, two men who looked like they had shelves of action figures at home, and one guy with enough hardware on his face that I could repair my siding. Yeah, I have problems getting my 44 inch lawn tractor deck through 46 inch gate opening. No Mr. Right today.

I made my selections, Blink by Malcolm Gladwell (the power of thinking without thinking) and One Second After by William Forstchen with a forward by Newt Gingrich. Despite the fact that Newt had anything to do with this book I still found the subject interesting. The same way I had to ignore Mark Levin’s friendship with Rush Limbaugh when reading Rescuing Sprite. Good book…highly recommend it. Anyway, I purchased my books and headed off to my next cocooning destination, Caribou Coffee.

I ordered a medium mocha, dark chocolate, skim milk with no whip. There was a comfy leather chair by the fireplace that had my name on it. I settle in with my coffee and my newly purchased book … One Second After. Then! A young mother comes in with a year old baby. This is cool, the baby is cute. The Mother, however, proved to be very annoying. She was on the phone … blah blah blah and walked back and forth in front of where I was sitting. Now I am a tolerant person and can endure pretty much anything after raising three children that were bore in four years but this woman was getting on my last nerve. I told myself this won’t last long, the baby will get fussy and she would leave. NOoooo, the baby was great, good natured and happy. I finally put my book down and watched and listened to her conversation. I felt this was appropriate since she was parading in front of me. I thought foresure she must be a virtual worker on a conference call, a physician giving orders to staff for patient care or maybe closing a real estate sale. What I heard was... I left you a message, did you get the message, why don’t you check your messages, when will you call me…blah blah blah. I just wanted to get up and bitch slap this person.

This poses the question..why do we put up with rude inconsiderate ignorant behavior? I could have moved but I would have felt resentment and that would not be good for my health just as sitting there stewing was not good for my health. Would it be in both parties best interest if I would have gotten up and let her know that she was disturbing me? Maybe, or I should go with my first instinct and bitch slap the woman? Which I believe would have made me feel better and be good for my health.

All I can say if right now I am blogging with a glass of wine and she is cleaning spaghetti up off the floor…