like nails on a...

a coffee shop is a great place for many things:

• a first date
• a little work
• perusing the newspaper
• crossword puzzling
• people watching
• catching up with a small gaggle of friends
• pitstopping in the middle of a long road trip
• looking for a new job
• drafting a letter explaining why you're leaving your current job
• googling, for no particular reason
• writing the great canadian novel (or just pipedreaming about doing it)
• enjoying some outside-the-house time with your eighteen-month-old
• blogging
• a fiftieth date
• etc.

something unfolding behind me right now, however, reminds me that there are also things that a coffee shop is not well-suited for: clipping your finger nails. guh-ross. the repeated, piercing *SNAP* is...unpleasant, to put it gently. worse, though (particularly as i attempt to continue enjoying my hot chocolate), is thinking about where exactly the discarded nail bits are landing. pretty sure they're ending up in the basket-like hood of my sweatshirt. *sigh*

and now back to translating...