“You can’t sit there.” I indicated the blue plastic chair across the counter from me.
“C’mon, buddy,” the teenager said. “I won’t talk or whatever.”
“What a douche,” he muttered, walking away.
Then a young woman tried to sit in the blue chair.
“You can’t sit there.”
“What? I can’t?” she said, looking up from her phone.
“Whatever.” She took a seat elsewhere in the shop, engrossed in her phone again.
Knowing the future really isn’t all it’s cracked up to be, I pondered, just as the car crashed through the coffee shop window and flattened the blue chair.