It was my fault. I saw a tiny table at the back of the coffee shop. Tucked away in a little nook. It was a great spot for drinking a hot chocolate and having a daydream.
Photo: Becky Luigart-Steyner
I rounded the corner and plonked my bags down. Only to find that the table was right next to a big ole leather sofa with two people curled up on it.
Their body language should have told me all I needed to know. I probably should have walked away and got a different table.
But I didn't want to.
When I sat down they went very quiet. She lost the thread of what she'd been saying and got flustered. He encouraged her to carry on. I apologised and smiled. They didn't really smile back.
Then my Significant Other arrived with our drinks. He spotted the couple straight away. And got out his paper. I got out my book. And neither of us read a word as we sat listening to what the couple on the sofa were saying.
He told her about the new car he had just bought. This went down fairly well. She told him about her dad. This didn't go down so well. The conversation hit a bit of a bumpy patch. So he decided to bring out the big guns.
"I'm very proud of my collection of military grenades."
To which she responded...
"Wow! Exploded ones?"
It took me a minute too...
After that, my Significant Other thought it would be a grand idea if we got a picnic and went down to the river to eat it. So we went into a shop, picked up a few goodies, and went to pay. At the checkout, the girl serving us said...
"I've just stopped a guy from shop lifting."
"Yeah. He was over there by the cider. I saw him hide the bottle."
"What did you say to him?"
"I said, 'Excuse me Sir, can you give me what you've got stashed in your trousers?"
Frankly, I thought this could have gone one of two ways. But luckily for the Saturday afternoon shoppers, apparently he retrieved the bottle, and then ran off.
"What did you do then?" I asked her.
"I gave the bottle a wipe and put it back on the shelf."