coffee house grumpiness

Music: a bunch of noisy ass people

I'm trying to work at my favorite coffee shop today, but having much difficulty. I'm trying to read, but someone's phone keeps ringing. I'm trying to write a book review, but before I can get to a comma or the next clause, some asshole drops his big ass computer wart-plug, which makes a thundering crash. The ball headed grad-student type behind me keeps dropping his spoon (well, he did it twice). The two high school kids on the couch to my left are laughing hysterically in between bouts of something punctuated with the word "like." I arrived here at dead-time (usually 2-ish), and it was full of people and there was no where to sit. I waited patiently on a couch ledge until the other ball-headed grad student type packed up and I could dash to a table. With all this busy-bee racket I'm not getting my busy-beeness on. [Edit, five minutes later: Dammit, now not one but two groups of very chatty people, one VERY loudly in Spanish, moved in. I'm going to go work in the bar where it's QUIET] Person after person keeps walking by looking for a seat, leering at the empty one at my table that they cannot sit at because I have a book manuscript all over the table (I need the space, I telepathically say to this lady in a pink shirt and poofy hair--DAMMIT, PEOPLE, TURN OFF YOUR DAMN PHONES--another phone went off). Why can't I find a quiet coffee house with ample tables to sit at? Why can't I remember to bring my ear-pods? Why can't people stop dropping their shit on the hardwoods? Why doesn't the very cute woman with short, cropped black hair and a Gene Simmons Kiss t-shirt and Converse low-tops in the corner writing and reading a book on Art History live with me?