Starbucks was empty ( or so I thought) today and I walked in giving the girls behind the counter the usual rash of shit, " get me my coffee...what's taking so long ?!" which is typcial of the friendly banter I have with my dealers...I mean coffee vendors.
I went back and forth with the girl at the counter until we were interrupted by some laughing. A good looking professional woman ( professional is in buisness woman...not prostitute so far as I could tell) was standing next to me laughing started chatting me up. We exchanged plesantries and out the door she went.
When I turned back around to get my coffee the girls behind the counter started howling. " SHE WAS TOTALLY TRYING TO PICK YOU UP !"
get outta here
" NO WAY MAN, AHAHAHAH, you were totally getting hit on"
So I turned back around to see the woman walking to her car and began to laugh with the girls.
Then I had an epiffany. I realized girls weren't laughing at HER...the girls were laughing at US.
Along the dividing line of "hip" there are cool young people and bungling has-beens...and I was on the wrong side of that counter.
Starbucks: The coffee is the $2. The shattered self image is free !
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welcome to my world.
Are you recycling stories now?
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