i think the barnes and noble cafe is getting to me.

some grouchy old lady just complained to my precious barista that there were no tables left for her to eat her sandwhich because evil medical students had monopolized the entire cafe.

upon hearing this, i spoke up and invited old-mean-fat-lady to sit at my table and enjoy her animal-death-fuck-sandwhich while i sip espresso and study immunology.

apparently even old disgusting women are impervious to my advances because old-mean-fat-lady responded by asking to see the manager.

not exactly the resounding yes i was hoping for.

given the chance, i would ask her what’s a normal bookstore occurrence, students reading and sipping coffee or old ladies cramming McBeef sandwiches down their throats?