I'll forego another lengthly post in favour of posting a photograph of the view of the restaurant where I go online from my favourite perch atop it all. My table, at the Flying Star, downtown -- 723 Silver. The one I use when I don't care about charging the battery. There's another I sit at which has an outlet when I do. Basically though I've got two tables that are *mine*.
If you know where this is shot from don't you dare go in and take my spot when I'm not working and might pop in for a while. I've got so little time to spend on this computer in this place it makes me mad when someone's in my spot. And when I'm mad I'm mean.
OK, so I'm not fooling anyone. But seriously. Please don't take my spot. Thank you.
2 comments:
Dude, you are teasing, taunting, tempting and practically begging me to come right over there and take your spot. Consider: (a) you have published the address, (b) you have revealed the table number (well, it might be your order number), (c)you have provided a visual map in the form of a photograph and (d) you have revealed your alternate table, thus narrowing the possibilities. Now if I weren't 500 miles away and knew which day and at what time you were planning to be there, that table could be *mine*. However, since you seem like a nice guy and a respectable sort of person, I would probably invite you to join me.
Don't you dare. It's *my* spot.
A. I published the address because it's a restaurant I love and I feel it's only fair to give 'em a plug since I practically live there taking endless refills of coffee while messing around online for hours.
B. The number on the table is indeed my order number. By the time you got there it would be something else entirely from whatever I ordered.
C. I've been meaning for months to take a picture from that spot. I love it, even though thanks to the angle of the lens you can't see the spiral staircase.
D. You'd be surprised -- there are a fair number of tables with outlets in sensible places, so I could actually be sitting at any one of say a dozen or so.
It's in the old Southern Union Gas Co. building -- streamline moderne all the way, a fantastic refurbishment.
As for inviting me over I'd be glad to accept but I'm a bloody recluse and don't pass by that spot casually. No one does. Ever. The way it's situated it's impossible. Part of why I sit there is so people won't read over my shoulder. It's right up against the tail end of the mezannine. The sort of "puppetmaster" spot a control freak like me *lives* for.
:) :)
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