Regardless
of the time of day, or number of empty bar stools, using a laptop at a bar is a
faux pas comparable to gabbing on a cell phone in a restaurant. It's rude and
screams of a psyche disconnecting with humanity. The bar top is a civic center,
a social thoroughfare where people of all heights interact and exchange
molecules. It's where dreams are incubated, and artistic types go to sip and
wonder.
A bar is
not a place for the self-absorbed to play with their gadgets and toys. Sitting
at a bar engrossed in one's own machinations is, in addition to being socially
inept, tantamount to public loitering. Perhaps the guest would be more
comfortable hunkered down at the two-top by the lavatory.
Mr.
Know-It-All, the bar top is a sanctuary for the rhythmically breathing, far too
valuable of real estate to permit squatters. So my advice is to leave the
laptop in the convertible and spend Happy Hour with the living.
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