I have to relay these two stories to you immediately just so you can understand that I am quite possibly risking my life writing this book.
Ok, maybe not really, but the last two days of writing have not gone off without incident and I forgot about yesterdays incident until the second incident tonight.
So last night I was writing at Barnes and Noble in the cafe, when the staff got all serious because there was an elderly couple sitting in the children's section cursing out a couple of little kids who were playing in the children's section. The elderly couple were escorted out and I saw red and blue lights flashing at the window. So I'm guessing the police were on hand, but things didn't escalate beyond that.
Well incident two tonight happened at another Barnes and Noble (yeah I get around). I was just starting to wrap up and put my laptop away, chatting on my cell phone when I saw not one, but two police officers walk up to the edge of the cafe. They kind of paused and did a once over on everyone. I didn't know what they were looking for and tried to look inconspicous.
A few minutes went by and they were just staring straight ahead, so I assumed (like you do) that they were reading the menu and having a really hard time trying to decide if they wanted to order a grande mocha frappacino or a fat free americano, or an iced carmel machiato (naturally I assumed they were deciding between all of the drinks I myself can't order but don't really want).
It turns out that the police didn't want to order any fancy coffee drinks. They were here on bussiness, to make an arrest of some woman sitting one table away from me! I seriously turned around and saw one of the officers escorting completely handcuffed out of the cafe. The other police officer carried her purse. They left her unfinished cup of coffee on the table. I wonder what she was drinking before her arrest?
So I went to pay for my books and tried to get the bookseller to give me the scoop, but apparently I was her informer. So she called the cafe but they were busy, and a manager and even called over another bookseller, but I was the main eye witness to the arrest. I walked out and there was not one, not two, not threeeeee, but FOUR cop cars parked outside.
Now either this was woman one table away from me with the unfinished coffee sitting there quietly was the most dangerous person ever to walk through that Barnes and Noble, or it was a really slow night in that particular township. Either way...I can only wonder what will happen the next time I decide to write at a Barnes and Noble.