The Chai Tea Wars
I always start meals with the vegetables.
I begin every car journey with a wiggle of the gear stick.
My socks always go on first and then I dress upwards; underwear first and then top to bottom on the outer-layer too.
So it won’t surprise you to learn that I have a table in my local coffee shop.
It’s tucked right at the back, in the corner. I like it because it’s out of the way and I can see everything that’s going on without necessarily being seen myself. From my seat, I can see all the comings and goings, I can see what’s happening up at the counter, I can see the entire shop as well as what’s going on outside the window. It’s gotten to the point that I go to the table before I go to the counter now. I leave my jacket and latest paperback there before I head up and order my chai tea latte (I always have a chai tea latte).
But then the couple started coming to the coffee shop.
They don’t interfere with my choice of drink but, if I don’t get there before them, they do take a giant dump on the rest of my coffee shop experience. We like the same table you see. Well, they like it because it’s the only one near a plug socket. I like it because it’s perfect!
I always thought it’d be kind of cool to have a nemesis. It’s actually really quite annoying.