Remember the good ole days? Coffee meant coffee and there were no venti, half-caf, 140° soy orange mocha lattes with dairy-free, non-fat whip cream, and a dusting of organic nutmeg. You’d go to a coffee shop for the coffee and to read the paper; not to hold business meetings or multitask on the phone. You use to not care about the artwork on the walls or the latest house music hit playing on the store’s radio. And you certainly didn’t set up shop with your laptop.
He could be working in an office, at the library, or on a desk just about anywhere else. But where’s the show in that? He needs to be able to walk into the place and announce his arrival by asking everyone present where the closest outlet is. Depending on the store’s set up, this may give him an opening to begin moving around furniture or draping his power cord across multiple tables. He takes his time milking this set up process so everyone knows that he’s marking his territory and setting up shop at that table. And not to let the spotlight leave him just yet, he needs to ask those sitting around him if the place has free wi-fi or if they are able to pick up a signal from the apartments upstairs.
So what exactly is he up to? Probably not surfing the internet or checking his email because he already has a smart phone for that. Perhaps shopping online, but that is unlikely because he doesn’t have much cash after spending ten dollars on coffee drinks every time he shows up with his lap top. Maybe he’s a very important businessman conducting very important business. Or maybe he’s taking some time off to find himself and write the great American novel. As Stewie Griffin so aptly put it, “How you uh, how you comin’ on that novel you’re working on? Huh? Gotta a big, uh, big stack of papers there? Gotta, gotta nice litte story you’re working on there? Your big novel you’ve been working on for three years? Huh? Gotta, gotta compelling protagonist? Yeah? Gotta obstacle for him to overcome? Huh? Gotta story brewing there? Working on, working on that for quite some time? Huh? Yea, talking about that that years ago. Been working on that the whole time? Nice little narrative? Beginning, middle, and end? Some friends become enemies, some enemies become friends? At the end your main character is richer from the experience? Yeah? Yeah? No, no, you deserve some time off.”

In my experience, the best coffee is in Amsterdam. But then who cares about the coffee.
TOG
lol. I’m ‘that guy’ and I don’t care what you think
I have just recently starting noticing that this type of person
is in fact ‘that guy’ and it is no wonder I have been annoyed.
There is this dude I see every saturday at Starbucks just camped out. He takes up a table that seat 6 and just goes to town. Books from home, food, laptop, headphones in connected to his ipod…
Doesnt he know that every single person who sees him is thinking the exact same thing!!! There’s ‘that guy’
Hey, you have to give credit where credit’s due…the man’s probably trying to meet others while working away.
At least it beats people who try to draw while at a cafe, worse yet, the guy who’s trying to do a nude sketch at a cafe. That’s…really awkward. =D