I’m writing this from a Dunkin’ Donuts. They have a lovely outdoor patio here, and I’m trying to wrap another chapter of this nightmare that is book writing.
About 20 minutes ago a woman sat down in front of me. She’s about 10 feet away, and she’s reading a book.
It’s super annoying, and my inner dickhead wants to say, “Lady, seriously, do you have to read to all of us?” But that would be terribly mean, and also more than a tad misguided.
I mean, she’s reading a book.
A printed one.