you people scare me.

first off, someone totally blew my spot this morning. well, actually two people. first, my bike parking spot, located conveniently--for me--in the front window of a closed tienda, where some dude was palping a bundle of sticks and causing the air to shriek with furious tobacco, thinking that the concrete whatever was more than 30 feet from the door as washington state law demands and actually a place to park his trousers rather than MY BIKE PARKING SPOT! ach. THEN some other person was sitting in MY coffee-drinking spot, the one right by the window where i can view all the patrons and cover the exit quickly in case of any emergent need like scary people or zombie attacks and where i am closer to invisible than further into the coffee store. then BOTH had the nerve to quickly vacate said spots and head off to god-knows-where on whatever unimportant business freshly mobile people attend to and i had to ponder the ethics of whether to 1) move into said freshly vacated spots--easy for the bike cos THAT'S WHERE MY BIKE GOES!!!!--or 2) sit and pretend i'm not as neurotic as i really am and that having my spot blown doesn't really ruin my day and for reasons more correctly identified as laziness and sloth, for my coffee-drinking and my strawberry-cupcake-eating and reading "good poems" and pretending to "write good poems" i chose to stay put and hope--for hope is all the recourse i was allowed as my temporary spot had no clear sightline to the door--no one saw me and no zombies chose today for their attacks on clumsy ballard. and that was all before 9 am. sheesh. good thing i have tomorrow off so i can recover. think ima go for a hike and hope i don't meet anyone.