At McD’s yesterday:
I’m sitting at a booth near the back; it’s not particularly busy so I don’t feel weird about being there with just a drink cup; I have my iPad and wireless keyboard, and am typing pretty hard because obviously pounding the keys makes the words get onto the iPad faster…or I was just frustrated because there’s a huge lag between typing and seeing the words on the screen. While I try to not punch the iPad right in the feels, a woman and little girl sit at a table across from me.
Little Girl: How come that lady isn’t eating?Mom: Maybe she’s not hungry.LG: Then what’s she doing?Mom: Typing.LG: Why?Mom: I don’t know. Maybe she’s writing email.LG: Well, whoever she’s writing to I think she’s mad at.
After a few more frustrating moments, I decided to stop for a few minutes, before I chucked my (potentially dying) iPad across McD’s, and got up to refill my drink and get a hot fudge Sundae. By the time I got through the line again and was able to sit back down, I really didn’t feel like writing anymore, so I opened up Flipboard and surfed through things in Google Reader.
LG: Well, that makes sense. Ice cream makes everything better.
Yep…well, unless you’re lactose intolerant.
Yeah, I went straight home after that, just in case…