Went to a local upscale coffee shop/eatery today and almost immediately a group of a dozen or so 20-30 something techies showed up for what was apparently a networking/ business conference. Techies, because two Teslas and a vintage Honda motorcycle were newly visible in the parking lot as they arrived and they wore generally well-laundered grunge clothes. We are not talking C suite, or anything close. Fair enough, I thought. It's a public space even if they are (very,very ) loud. But that's the thing about being old: you just get tired of accommodating everybody else. Also building up in the gut was a veritable reservoir of gas. We're talking last night's cabbage and sausage gas; yesterday's overnight oats, all triggered by the coffee. I could have gone to the bathroom and expelled the gas, but there's no fun in that, so I waited up to the point of leaving and slowly released the gut pressure, then strode briskly from the restaurant, not looking back.
Maybe it was the Teslas.
“If you’re going to have crime it should at least be organized crime”
-Havelock Vetinari