It was schoolbus #156.
I needed a break and my phone battery was almost done. I went to Starbucks. Several men have loudly coughed and sneezed since I walked through the door.
I have a horrible life.
I think that I probably don't know what people who treat me that way think I'm like or have done. I don't know what horribly skewed version of the truth or total lie is what they believe.
Copyright L. Kochman, December 4, 2014 @ 2:43 p.m.
Someone is continuing to vomit-cough loudly. There's nothing I can do. If I ask him to stop, he'll pretend that he doesn't know what I'm talking about. If I ask a manager to tell him to stop, the manager will probably say, "It's cold season, and we can't tell people not to cough." That's the answer of conglomerate-supportive people in the winter; the other 3 seasons are all allergy season, according to them. It certainly simplifies weather predictions; call it "The Coughers' Almanac."
If I get upset, I'll probably be asked to leave, and/or told that I can never be at this store again, and/or arrested, while the harassing customers laugh.
The opinion of evil/ignorant people has no more value to me than it has ever had; my inability to stop them from impinging on my freedom is and always was the upsetting part of this situation.
Think what you want in private, say what you want among like-minded people; you don't have the right to harass or stalk me or to deny my right to protest you doing those things
@ 2:56 p.m.
The loud coughing and sneezing have continued, or more customers have arrived and are adding their noise.
@ 3:17 p.m.
The coughing is continuing.
@ 3:20 p.m.
America: Land of the Boors and Their Victims, Home of the Cowardly Bullies
@ 3:22 p.m.
Coughing @ 3:24 p.m.
Coughing @ 3:26 p.m.
Coughing @ 3:27 p.m.
Coughing @ 3:28 p.m.
Coughing @ 3:29 p.m.
Coughing @ 3:30 p.m.
More coughing @ 3:30 p.m.
Coughing @ 3:31 p.m. This person seems desperate to get a reaction from me.
Coughing @ 3:32 p.m.
He has the right to be here and I don't; that's what he and everyone else who treats me like this are trying to convey, isn't it? He coughed again while I was writing the sentence before this one. @ 3:33 p.m.
Coughing @ 3:34 p.m.
Coughing @ 3:35 p.m.
Coughing @ 3:36 p.m.
Coughing @ 3:37 p.m.
Coughing @ 3:38 p.m.
Coughing @ 3:39 p.m.
Coughing @ 3:40 p.m.
Coughing @ 3:41 p.m.
Coughing @ 3:42 p.m.
A streetsweeper just drove past outside the window.
Coughing @ 3:43 p.m.
The coughing is from across the room; it's that loud.
Coughing @ 3:44 p.m.
Happy Holidays...for all the bad people.
Coughing @ 3:46 p.m.
More coughing @ 3:46 p.m.
The door of the bathroom at the Starbucks in Central Square in Cambridge:
The man who is coughing is sitting at the table that is closest to the restroom. He's coughing up a storm while I write this from inside the restroom. It would seem that he chose to sit at the table closest to the restroom, and he has probably coughed loudly every time that a woman has used this restroom.
I have not frequented this Starbucks. However, every time that I have been here, the bathroom has looked like this or worse:
I'm what's dirty; isn't that what the conglomerate is always saying?
The light can't be turned off in this bathroom; I tried.
Copyright L. Kochman, December 4, 2014 @ 4:05 p.m.
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