So, last week I had my first opportunity to take my laptop out on the road. Of course, I chose to take it to Starbucks. Where else can you get delicious vanilla lattes? From my previous Starbucks post you’ll know that there isn’t much of a choice round where I live; a busy Starbucks with only four tables (or three and a shelf), or one in a supermarket. I’m not sure about you, but writing in a supermarket sounds like the most unromantic and least muse-like place for writing, so I took my chances getting a table in the busy one.
And I did! It was surprisingly easy, perhaps because I timed it right (just after lunch on a Sunday) and perhaps because I just got lucky. I immediately claimed my table on entering, as there’s nothing worse than seeing an empty table, queueing for your food and then finding that the empty table has been taken by someone in the queue behind you.
For all the English are good at queueing, they’re rubbish when it comes to places like coffee shops. I have seen examples of extreme queueing in England before. I used to travel into central London several times a week for university. I would get the train to Charing Cross, then queue for a number 91 bus to take me up to Russell Square. Now, the bus stop opposite the station is a stop for about seven different buses and every morning it would be busy. But these people in their suits had a unique way of waiting for their buses that I had never seen before, nor since: they queued in one long line, stretching down the pavement. When one bus came, those people who wanted it would form a second queue next to the first, but holding the same order they had previously. Woe betide anyone who came up and stood near the front in a huddle underneath the shelter, which is the normal way to wait for a bus. These rules are not things set out by law, they have come from the people themselves. Is it that City workers are so fastidious and organised that their bus queues have to be also? Who was it who started the first queue? Does it happen anywhere else in London, or just that bus stop?
So I am always surprised by people who think claiming a coffee shop table before they have ordered is okay. Especially when they’re English. It’s one thing to do it if there’s no-one in the queue in front of you (as was the case for me, I must add!), because then there is obviously no-one waiting for a table. But this Starbucks is so unique in its lack of seating areas that it almost dictates one should claim a table and then get the drinks in.
Anyway, the table was claimed and the drink (a grande skinny vanilla latte) and snack (a classic cake doughnut) was ordered. I set up my laptop, lack of space necessitating that my drink and doughnut go behind the open screen and my notebook on my lap. Not an ideal start. As I typed more of my Route 66 book, I kept finding that I wanted to check a fact on the internet, which this Starbucks doesn’t have. Also not ideal. I persisted, though.
But it was nice to people-watch and I enjoyed the game of musical chairs that always happens in there. Two groups each had three chairs and there were two round my table, so one table had no chairs round it at all. A woman came to ask for my spare chair and she and a friend squeezed onto it around the empty table. Then one group left and one of the chair-sharing women went to grab their third chair. After that a family came in and sat in the newly-vacated area, but once one child had sat down and the mother had sat with the other child on her lap, the dad had to stand to drink his coffee. A trio of adults came in, looked around in bewilderment and one woman exclaimed “There are no tables!”. It’s something you often hear in this Starbucks.
I got about a thousand words written, but it’ll take some editing. My deadline for finishing has, I think, come and gone and I’m still a couple of days away. And that’s without starting the editing. It was an interesting experience to sit and drink coffee in a busy coffee shop while writing my book. However, I think for now I’m happy just to stay at home.
I’ll miss the lattes, though.