In my recent trip to the coffee shop I was astounded to see a grown man reading a children's book out loud into his cell phone. The man spoke slowly and smiled when he read the chapter about a pink pony and a talking marshmallow. In between sentences he paused to take a sip of his coffee and had no regard for the other patrons around him. He had no control over his voice.
This coffee shop raconteur continued his reading for about one hour. I moved two times to get away from him. When I had finished doing my work I went over to him and asked if he had been reading it to his son or daughter. He replied: "It's none of your business who I was reading to...this is a free country and I can read a story out loud if I want to and no one is going to tell me otherwise. I was reading the story to my daughter's pet rabbit. Muffin can only get to sleep when he hears a story about a talking marshmallow. Now go fuck yourself."
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