There are eight power outlets to be had at Powell’s coffee shop, and today the only free one is located inside the boiling square of sunshine along the south wall.
It must be 100 degrees in here. I’m dripping with sweat, and can feel heat radiating up under my elbows from the black bar table (little pools are forming where my forearms touch the plastic.) The sun is in my eyes, and the aluminum surface of my laptop gets too hot to touch if I move my hands for more than a few minutes. These are pretty much the maximum conditions I will suffer for a $1.50 lunch. My crippling cheapness is being put to the test.
And now, your daily lump of wisdom, thanks to a group of people that have even less to do than me.
“If you watch the movie `Jaws’ backwards, it’s about a shark that keeps throwing up people until they have to open a beach.” (via reddit)
Discuss.
m.
It’s 20 in Boston right now. And remember minneapolis? Enjoy the sun :)
J LANGD
Under these conditions is how panic attacks occur.
Nate
Tell me about it. Later on in the day, I had a client phone call, and after dripping sweat in to my iPhone, the damn thing froze up. I’m moving to Antarctica. (or Boston)