My name is Brad. I am a writer, I am awkward in social situations, and I spend a lot of time in coffee shops trying to escape all of the terribly distracting things I find at home (video games, movies, tv, cats, comics, vitamin water, robots, etc.). I rotate amongst local coffee shops throughout the week so that no single location becomes too familiar with my presence. Spending any appreciable amount of time in one place is bound to make you privy to the occasional odd situation, but I have come to believe that coffee shops are breeding grounds for weird. The following is my account of the wonderfully weird and horribly awkward situations I have encountered.

B.L. Update.

Do you remember B.L. from this previous post?  Well, it turns out that she wasn’t a fellow patron, but actually a barista.  She is actually a rather friendly barista who not only gave me free blueberry cake, but who also seems to enjoy talking to all of the customers.  Along with lessening the weirdness of the aforementioned post, her attitude is great for a barista… but from what I’ve observed, it unfortunately brings out the creepiness in the creepiest of people.

Last night she was talking to a rather large 45-to-50s-ish guy who was waiting for his drink.  This would have seemed perfectly normal had the Oh-So-Creepy Dude not punctuated the conversation by saying…

Thanks!  I’ll see you tomorrow. (pause)  …or I’ll see you in the parking lot.

OSC Dude then laughed a creepy laugh and exited.

For the love of all that is holy and right in this world, I hope that what I witnessed was some sort of poorly-executed innocent inside joke.

The irony in all of this, of course, is that if any of the employees ever discovered this blog, I would most assuredly be labeled the resident creepy dude.

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