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June 4, 2010
At Starbucks this morning, the hat-wearing non-talky guy flagged me down to tell me he was leaving for the day, offered up his table. It's in a coveted location, back next to the entrance with easy access to the electrical outlets.

I did make the half-hearted attempt to acknowledge him this morning, as an afterthought when I came through the door, from which I guess I was rewarded with his surrendering of wooden surface.

I had convinced myself, from a previous encounter, that he was predisposed to not speaking to me. But, I must have misjudged him.