I'm the woman who comes into the coffee shop with a friend or two during a low-traffic time in the afternoon, when there are only a few regulars reading or working on their laptops in the relative silence. My friends and I carry on, chatting very noisily, which is slightly annoying but not a huge issue for the patrons and baristas.
Our conversation takes a dark turn, however, after we get our drinks and sit down together at a table. Still speaking at a volume loud enough to be clearly heard by everyone in the shop (even though they're not eaves-dropping and would rather not listen), I begin complaining about my personal life to my friends. I talk freely about my ex-husband/ex-boyfriend and how much of a jerk he is, naming names and spilling details about things he has done, causing great discomfort to everyone who can't help but hear the stories. I go on with personal tales about my family, my co-workers, my dating life, and so on, even though the stories are at best awkward and at worst completely inappropriate for public discussion. My friends don't stop me, but rather encourage my loud and very revealing diatribe.
Once we finally leave, a collective sigh of relief can be heard from everyone in the shop who has just received an uninvited glimpse into the depths of my personal life.
It's very nice to meet you.
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These people must be related to the people who insist upon standing at the register (after they have ordered) instead of moving to the bar to wait for their drinks (or even sitting down) and go about having a ridiculously loud conversation while the barista waits, giving sad looks to the person standing just behind those people. I met them last night...and I didn't like them much.
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