My housemate and I are trying to study Torts at the Freighthouse.
But we can’t. There’s a piano in the second floor seating area, which I thought was for decoration…
…but about 15 minutes ago this couple began playing, very poorly.
(out of tune piano rattling)
My housemate: “OH MY GOD! These people are SO annoying!”
Voice from downstairs: “NO MORE PIANO!”
(snickers from downstairs)
(piano stops. The players stare at each other.)
Housemate: Thank god!
Me: (laughing and clapping)
(piano starts again)
Housemate: (moans) “I’m offended. I’ve been offended for the last ten minutes.”
Me: (laughing)
One of the baristas comes up from downstairs.
Barista (to the piano players): “I’m sorry. While this is, uh, really good music and all…I think you might have forgotten that there are other people in this café who …um… may not to care to hear your music. So please stop. Thanks.”
PWNED! Haha!
Now back to Torts…
*****
Later, while getting a refill:
Me: “Hey, were you the one who told them to stop?”
Barista: “Yes…”
Me: “Thank you! You’re my hero.”
Barista: “You’re the fourth person who has come down and told me that. You guys make me feel like less like an evil person.”
Housemate: “Yeah, some people just need a little nudge to realize that the world doesn’t love them and everything they do.”