The readers avoid this by bringing a book with them. That way, no matter how long it takes the person to show up, they’re covered. The readers, by the way, are not the people that come to the coffee shop to read- they’re a whole other breed. No, readers are waiting for people too, they just have a better cover.
Cell phone addicts are a type of reader. Usually a younger breed. They don’t plan ahead by bringing a book but since their cell is always on them they always have a cover. Whether it’s texting (arguably the most useless activity of all), checking e-mails or playing idiotic games they keep their eyes glued to the screen so they don’t have to make eye contact with anybody. They barely even look at their drink when they sip. It’s just an occasional glance up here and again to see if whoever they’re waiting on came through the door.
But this woman, she was definitely a futzer. Futzers tend to have a lot more nervous energy than the other breeds. It’s not just the ripping and folding of the sugar packets or the adjustments they make to their clothes- like this woman, adjusting her skirt every single time she shifts in her seat. Like it needs it. Futzer’s tend to sit bolt upright- as if waiting to jump up from their seats any second. As if being in the coffee shop itself is a source of anxiety and they’re just itching to get out of there. Makes you wonder why the hell they agreed to meet in a coffee shop.
It’s because of this that they can never really figure out how to sit. Can’t cross your legs, then you’d have to uncross them before you could stand. Can’t lounge cause then you’d look stupid bolting upright when you spotted your companion. So futzers constantly shift in their seats, like fussy shoppers trying on shoes. Thus the reason for all the clothing adjustments.
If they have jewelry they might play with it, too. Or sometimes buttons. Some people pull on the frayed threads of their jeans. This woman was a hair twirler- her hair weaving in and out of her fingers as she sat in her anxiety. I once knew a girl who’d stick her hair in her mouth. Not to chew it or anything, just to blow it out again. I always thought it was kinda gross.
Why is she so anxious? Must be something damned important for her to be so unable to just sit and wait. That’s what I used to think. But nine times out of ten I saw someone come in to the waiting futzer only to sit down and start chatting opinions on recent movie releases or other inane chit-chat. You’d think there’d be something more worth all the fuss.
But that’s just the nature of futzers- they futz. Maybe they’re anxious about how they look. Like they got a movie of themselves playing in their minds and they want to keep busy so they don’t look stupid. Which is ridiculous, of course, because no one’s watching them.
Well, aside from me. But then again, that’s my breed. I’m a watcher.