Day 05 – Your favorite monster movie:
The Descent– I have no idea what the hell those cave thingys were, but they scared the crap out of me. I think they were meant to be humans evolved into sub-humans from living underground, making them a close relative to those good ol’ boys in Deliverance.
My book club meets at Barnes and Noble in the cafe. We often close the place down, talking about books and just about every other topic we can think of. We’re a friendly bunch. In the middle of book club, after having been there for over 2 hours, a young woman came up to our tables (there were 6 of us, so we had 2 tables) and told us in a saccharine voice that basically we were talking too loud and she and her friend were trying to study.
Now I have no problem with people using the cafe to study. I understand the allure of coffee and snacks to fuel you as you read, write, or research. But it’s a cafe, not a library. If you need quiet to study then perhaps a book store cafe on a weekend night is not the wisest choice. And if you do choose to study there, you do so at your own risk. Which we sweetly pointed out to the young woman. I don’t know if she saw it our way, but she sat back at her table and didn’t attempt any more noise interventions with us, since we stayed another two hours.
I’m honestly slightly offended that she came over to us and scolded us is her fake nice voice (think Dolores Umbridge, I seriously suspect the girl has kitten plates decorating her room at home). We weren’t being loud, the cafe was very crowded. There is much laughter during our book club meetings, so I can see that would be annoying if you were trying to concentrate on complicated math (they had fancy calculators). And I can see them wenching about us behind our backs. But to actually come up to us and scold us like children talking during study hall is offensive.
I was, I am, offended. Although, since I hate math, I’d be pretty testy if I was trying to study too. But I would have gone to a library, not a cafe, on a Saturday night. And I wouldn’t sit down by a clearly advertised book club- oh, that’s right, we have a sign.
Rant over. I know I probably overreacted, but that admonishment put a small damper on my book club fun. It’s the one night a month that I get to spend with women friends under the age of 80 discussing books and movies about books, and then invariably Kathrine will bring up Star Trek and we’ll have to talk her back down from deep space. Or I’ll bring up Stephen King and/or serial killer trivia. So, you know what, math girl? I’m not alright with you clouding up and raining all over my parade. But I do have some thoughts on what you can go do with that calculator…