A couple sitting a few tables down looked at me helplessly, both of us not knowing how to respond. And he repeated that phrase over and over, sometimes in a low, guttural voice before switching to a bright, piercing falsetto. I watched – panicked – as the man grabbed the side of his head, moaning and rolling around. I had just turned back to my Skype conversation when I heard it, the sickening sound of a skull hitting something really hard. I chuckled to myself, marveling at his relaxation in the middle of a crowded coffee shop. So far so good.Ī snort pulled me out of focus and my eyes once again landed on the man across from me, who now seemed to be sleeping with his head resting on the palm of his hand. I followed the prompt to download and found it showed up on my laptop not long after. A song came on the radio and I identified it with the function built into Windows Phone 8’s search button. I entered the conversation and began typing, splitting my time between the conversation and my latest article. A bright blue notification slid in from the right, alerting me to an incoming Skype message from my editor. I did my best to be polite, giving him a small smile over my laptop display. He pulled a shopping cart full of miscellaneous junk and began to rummage through it. Not my preferred coffee companion, sure, but I was fine with it. He smelled like urine and wore a tattered toque over his long, greasy hair. After securing a spot by the window and taking the lid off my soy latte (yeah, I drink those), I opened up my Yoga and set to work. Halfway into my slightly cooled coffee, an interesting gentleman took a seat at my table, partially blocking the light coming in through the window. It was a cold, winter’s day and I decided to do my day’s work at a café in Toronto. I had planned to spend the afternoon quietly testing the strength of Microsoft’s synchronization between Windows 8 and Windows Phone 8, but the world had other plans for me. Fitbit Versa 3īefore I tell you what happened to me, I should make it clear that this week’s article is less about Windows 8 and more about an odd thing that happened to me while using it.
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