…in every sense of the word. In her latest blog posting, February 25, our favorite chick lit author sadly notes that “Last week, my neighborhood coffee shop closed.” Why is this so particularly disruptive for her and her fans? Well,
“The coffee shop was where I worked, five days a week, usually from one in the afternoon until five. I’ve been going there for years. I’d wait until the lunch rush was ending, then take a table by the window, convenient to a power outlet, and plug in my laptop, and sit with my salad, or my gigante cup of lemon tea, and write. Over the years, I’ve gotten to know all of the baristas, and most of the homeless people, who I could eventually identify by smell alone. It was my office…my home away from home.”
That’s right, multi-millionaire Jennifer Weiner likes to make the funny about how homeless people smell. Weirdly, the olfactory fixation doesn’t stop there:
“Why not just write at home? Technically, I could – there’s an office here and everything. But the office is where my assistant works…. the truth is, if I’m home the kids can smell me….[describing unsuitable nearby substitutes] There was the place that’s always too crowded. The place that’s mysteriously empty. And that’s not even getting into Coffee Shop with Weird Smell.”
Weiner winds up with some comforting words for her fans: she has found a new place to write in the meantime.
Her closet (Photo helpfully included).
“The closet came complete with a lighted mirror and a little vanity where I think I’m meant to comb my hair and put on my face cream at night. But now I’m writing here.”
No word yet on whether the face cream smells.
Thanks for the nose news, neighbor! Mostly, though, we’re just kind of cracking up that this lovely “neighborhood coffee shop” that Weiner so lovingly describes was, in fact, a fucking Cosi. Sigh.
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Previously: Everybody Shut Up! Mindy Cohn Jennifer Weiner Has Something To Say About The Future Of Newspapers!