So I never wanted to know what people were doing when I was at a bar drinking on Friday nights. Just never really cared. (I'm self-centered, duh. But you knew that by now. And if you're a new reader? Hi, welcome. I'm self-centered).
But tonight, I am not at a bar drinking. I am studying. And I had to get out of the house, because I needed a change of scenery, wanted to ride my bike, etc. So I rode my bike to the 24 hour Starbucks that's not too far away. The 24 hour Starbucks by me is on a busy street corner full of windows, so there is ample people watching. And it's sort of on the cusp of Wrigleyville and Boystown.... so the people watching is a nice mix of just out of college moved to the city frat douche, flaming homos, and everything in between.
It's relatively quiet, and the people inside were relatively normal... until this guy showed up, with a giant full backpack. I noticed it was large but didn't really think twice about it.
Until he began to unpack it.
... and unloaded a full desktop computer.
At Starbucks. At 11:15 on a Friday night.
a DESKTOP COMPUTER!
And that's when I knew it was time for me to pack it up and head home.