Creepy coffee

I havealmost finished my accounting final. I have one problem left. Weee! I took myswelf off to Starbucks tonight. for some reason I am the most productive there. Always have been. Even though there are as many distractions there as here, they are different ones. No computer....no family talking. Just random peopel I don't know that cause enough distraction to give me a 1- second break before i plunge back into my abyss of school-work. However, I will say this about Starbucks. I somehow manage to go there when there is some nutjob there, or at least one. It never fails. Tonight was no exception. I walk in - place is packed. I see a dude sitting in the corner. Naturally i check him out to see if he's hot. One look at him and I shiver. He's nuts. I can tell just by looking at him. he looks normal enough...but over a year of working with psych patients has trained me well. I sit down and try not to make eye contact. He gets up and moves to the other side of the place so that he is now sitting on my sidfe of the restaurant (does Starbucks count at a restaurant..i dont think so), and he's staring at me. Stellar. I continue with my work. He continues to sit there..he's not reading..he just sits there, tappign his legs up and down (another sign of instability. he was very agitated. Ringer, you would have had a field day with this guy...). He gets up, goes to the bathroom (to what?). He's gone for some time. I envision him playing with himself or snorting crack..but I digress....

Then he goes and sits out front. He continues to turn around and look quickly in at me, and sometimes at the other young girls in there. he walks back in, goes to the bathroom. He's in there for at least 10 minutes..comes out, sits back down. Fuck this, says I. i am NOT leavign with this fuckjob out there. I watch him as a pretty woman in her late twenties (early thirties) walks out. Moment of truth. do we have a psycho? he gets up and goes over to her. They shake hands. I start to feel guilty. Maybe they know eachother. Maybe I'm jumping to conclusions....

By her demeanor i see they dont know eachother. She starts to back away to walk off, he walks toward her a bit and keeps her talking. She makes her escape (run bitch run!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!). AH HA! i fucking knew it. Psycho starts after her..to walk after her. Takes about 5 steps, looks back in Starbucks, changes his mind, and sits down. Yep that's enough of that. I get up and buy some reduced fat marble cinnamon coffee cake or something. Whatever it was was tasty. I politely ask the Barista that I would suggest he watch the nut out front. He's about to call the cops based on all I tell him. Crazy man must have seen us looking at him, cuz the dude gets up and hauls ass across the street, never to be seen again. Needless tosay, i was on my cell phone as  I briskly walked to my car later that night. Who knows what lurks amongst parked cars. eew. Guys have no idea how easy they have it.