So thereâs a little coffee shop near me. Tiny place, no seating, just a counter and space for a couple of fridges plus standing room for maybe 4 customers tops at the best of times. Theyâre nice people and they do good coffee and very good cakes, so on a Saturday morning after the gym, I go there and get a coffee and a snack.
Despite âfreedom dayâ theyâre very clear that they are still being careful, so they have some rules - these rules are all on an a-frame sign out side the door. You canât get to the shop without walking past it.
While I was in there someone else came in and ordered a coffee. This is fine.
Then some bloke - maybe early 30âs - walked in, not wearing a mask, and one of the staff said to him (quote) âwould you mind waiting at the door for second please, weâre keeping to two people in the shop at a time at the moment.â
His response? To throw a massive tantrum, shout at the staff, at me and at the other customer, turn on his heel and literally stomp off down the road. I passed him a couple of minutes later complaining to (I assume) his mate. His mate who had just stopped his car in the road to talk to him. Not parked, just stopped, clogging up the street.
How do some people manage to get to adulthood without ever apparently developing beyond being a four year old emotionally?
