This morning, I decided to take a “me” day, one of those days where you’re in no shape to be at work, but still have energy to do something for yourself.

So I took my book to Starbucks down the street and ordered a Venti Mild and sat down in one of the comfy chairs by the window… ahhh, serenity now. There was only a very few people sitting, the rest were ordering and leaving, so even with the flow of people, it was generally quiet in there, noise wise anyway. Michael Bublé was singing from his latest album. Some guy was typing on his laptop at a table. It was just nice.

About 5 or 6 pages into the book, I felt a breeze. I looked up to see that a woman in a fur coat (really? a fur coat in October?) was standing there, in the door, talking on her cell phone, not coming in and definitely not leaving. Just standing there. Loudly. Both in looks and in voice. The lasers in my eyes were working overtime and she must have felt the heat as she finally walked in loudly, laughing loudly, talking about some party loudly… blah blah blah, the stuff they talk about when they want to make sure people who don’t know them will listen… Not me though. My book is too good and I just want her to stuff herself with one of those delightful earthy sandwiches this place sells and shut the fuck up at the same time.

She finally got off the phone with a loud click (flip phone??? really?), she ordered loudly and even sat at a table loudly… I mean you can lift the chair, you don’t have to try and sweep the floor with the chair.

Back to my book I went…

A few minutes later, some other woman came in, obviously there to meet her fur coated “frenemy”. Darling this and darling that later, she finally goes to order and comes back to sit down with the bear-lady (who wouldn’t remove her coat). And it started again… loudly… about Sasha would did her living room in dark colours and her husband so hated it… poor Sasha, she tried so hard. Then it was on to another one who’s gardener quit on her at the end of the summer and she was left to hire someone else to finish and clean up the yard, not sure if they’ve found the right one, it’s so hard to find good gardeners these days apparently.

And then, drama of dramas, fur coated loud bear-lady will have to start working on the Christmas party soon, she wants to change everything from what she’s done in the past… I bet you it’s going to be a loud party.

Since I’m not in a Christmas mood just yet, I decided to cut my reading short and head on home to read on my couch… I have a Michael Bublé cd, I can always play that one. My book will be just as good sitting by my window… Thanks loud ladies, enjoy your loud day.

I can be sure she was doing this for show, because people around her were most likely listening (like they had a choice)… But I ask, what happens when they are alone with their husbands at home? Do they shut up? Or do they try to impress the neighbours, the people walking on the street? What happens when they have sex? Do they open the windows so people know what’s going on? Are they louder in bed?

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