Yesterday afternoon, I was where I can always be found - at Starbucks, minding my own business (some work, some Youtube, to shake things up). More specifically, I was sitting at the “big” six-seater table in one corner of the room, where access to plugs can best be satisfied (I could literally draw a map of the place - including wiring - from memory at this point). Even more specifically, I was literally at the best spot, right in the corner with my back against the walls, in-between two plugs. That’s what they call freedom of choice.
As the afternoon went on, I ended up being one of two guys left at the table, with another regular sitting next to me and writing a pretty serious consulting Powerpoint (I peeked when I was going to the bathroom: that’s my idea of a break). I got up to order another coffee - the effect of the previous one was starting to wane and I’d already gone to the toilet - so I stood up and headed to the back of the surprisingly long line that magically materialized as soon as I started walking towards the counter. Always the same shit.
As I was waiting for my refill, a couple of guys sat down at “my” table. I’d left all my stuff there: the other regular was around if anything happened, and I was sitting in the corner anyway - harder to discreetly grab anything, even if you’re good. By the time I got my drink in hand and walked back to the table, my fellow regular was standing with my laptop in hand, with its lower part covered in cappuccino cream. Meanwhile, the table was splattered with the contents of a full venti cappuccino. I quite astutely deduced that there was a correlation between the liquid sprayed on the table and my laptop being covered in cream.
Me: What happened?
Regular: This guy spilled his drink. I grabbed your laptop as quickly as I could. I hope it’s still fine…
Guy: I’m sorry about that!
I took my laptop from the guy’s hands and checked the screen: it still showed the Youtube video I’d paused before standing up to order. I played it a bit: it all worked fine, as I assumed since MacBook Airs are pretty resilient to your garden variety Starbucks cappuccinos.
Regular: All good?
Me: Yeah, thanks for the save!
Guy: Everything OK?
Me: No, my computer is dead, I’m gonna need a full refund.
You can always try.