I NEED A JOB!!!!

I get bored at home so I usually go have a coffee at the nearby shopping center and read for awhile. I got my coffee, went outside and found a table. Just as I opened my book another woman sat at the table right next to mine. As I started to read, her friend showed up. These women were your typical non-working expat ladies. Skeleton thin, bleached blonde hair and designer clothes for women half their age. In annoyingly loud voices they began to discuss the pros and cons of various brands of hairspray and the best places to buy tiki furniture (did they mean teak?). Why did they have to sit next to me to have their grande non-fat caramel vanilla iced lattes when there were at least 20 other tables? Didn't they see my book?