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LOL! It was the opposite for me. I worked all day in a tightly packed noisy office. The fire inspector kept writing us up, but what were we gonna do about it when there was no more space to expand? So the time spent waiting in the coffee shop until my play or opera or concert was a haven of comparative tranquility. Maybe those vacant stares that have been mentioned are just office combat veterans trying to decompress in the relative sanity of a coffee shop?
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