That’s why, when someone takes a phone call in the coffee shop, I am pretty much screwed. Here’s the thing– I don’t answer my phone in the coffee shop. It’s all loud in here, and it just doesn’t really seem like the right place to talk to anyone–business or no.
I actually hate talking on the phone to pretty much everyone except my mom. I am all about the texting, though– don’t get me wrong. If you saw the ridiculousness that is my texting every month, you’d probably make fun of me.
What I want to know though, is– why does the guy next to me insist on making a sale via his cell in the middle of Starbucks? I am just trying to write a damn book, and he’s got me all interested in lighting fixtures.
WHY DO I CARE?
I don’t know– but dammit… I do.
Jamie Harrington is a writer, a mom, a wife and all around fun person. She loves DIY, nail art, and crafting with her kid! When she's not blogging, or momming, you'll find her gaming and watching silly movies. She's a total sucker for a silly movie. Follow her on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest, and G+.