I’m kinda the cliche in real life.

You know - the guy that sits in the dark corner booth? The one that always has his back to the wall so no one can surprise him from behind because he thinks that’s ever actually going to be a concern?

Anyway. Yeah.

So I wanted to get out of my hotel for a change of pace. Found myself at a Barnes & Noble where I could sit and write / draw. Found this great little corner nook where I felt comfortable taking my mask off and drinking my mint tea. (I still firmly believe we should be wearing masks indoors even if the CDC is only just coming back around to that idea.)

And it worked - at least for like 10 minutes.

Then not one or two, but three different dudes came to cram themselves into the three empty seats (and completely tucked away) behind me, making the space more hooman dense than most of the rest of the cafe.

I’m really tempted to just start farting as much as I can manage.