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Dear rude assholes,
Yes, this is a coffee house. It's a public place, not a study hall. However, there ARE several people studying here, as people often do at coffeehouses in general and Waldo's in particular. We are all those folks reading books and taking notes. So, you know, it's VERY inconsiderate of you three to converse at that level right below shouting; you could easily speak more lowly, avoid irritating the shit out of the rest of us, and still be well above a whisper. Oh, you could, but it seems you have no intention of doing so: in the last hour you've driven out even those people who were wearing headphones, so loud are you, and so heedless of dirty looks.
And while we're on the subject of having some fucking consideration for the other people here, you are sitting at the largest table in the room, around which you all have plenty of space to distribute your chairs. There is no need for you, Mrs. Asshole, to place yourself right in the middle of the fucking room and also in the middle of the pathway to and from the front door. Really.
You know how you are convinced that the housing slump has not hit the Heights, and you are sure you'll get an enormous price for your house here? I hope reality bites you. Hard.
No love or even kind regard,
Me
Yes, this is a coffee house. It's a public place, not a study hall. However, there ARE several people studying here, as people often do at coffeehouses in general and Waldo's in particular. We are all those folks reading books and taking notes. So, you know, it's VERY inconsiderate of you three to converse at that level right below shouting; you could easily speak more lowly, avoid irritating the shit out of the rest of us, and still be well above a whisper. Oh, you could, but it seems you have no intention of doing so: in the last hour you've driven out even those people who were wearing headphones, so loud are you, and so heedless of dirty looks.
And while we're on the subject of having some fucking consideration for the other people here, you are sitting at the largest table in the room, around which you all have plenty of space to distribute your chairs. There is no need for you, Mrs. Asshole, to place yourself right in the middle of the fucking room and also in the middle of the pathway to and from the front door. Really.
You know how you are convinced that the housing slump has not hit the Heights, and you are sure you'll get an enormous price for your house here? I hope reality bites you. Hard.
No love or even kind regard,
Me