"mocha grande without whip"
the current order in an over priced over roasted over rated coffee shop...
...and yet i drink their Kool Aid... i'm becoming of them... one of they... one of someone...
why you may ask...
...hell if i know i may answer...
all i know is that this recession best leave my coffee alone...
i wonder if i could get the government to subsidize a coffee pipeline to my home...
see... that's doing something good with my tax money...
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"most of the people you hate don't know and the rest don't care"
statement borrowed from someone... who borrowed it from someone else... to which the best we can tell pulled it out of their head... and i couldn't have said it better
and yet... i still feel the need to let folks know that i hate other folks...
the folks i hate today... change payers...
you're in kinda a hurry... you plan to rush in... trample an old woman or two... grab the last of the product that you needed as someone else is reaching for it... cut in the line when someone turns their head...
... you get behind this person... you know who you are... you have to pull out the change purse, dig to the bottom of your jimmy hoffa bag, pull out the zip lock bags that as though they've been recycled for the past ten years or your version of a coinstar machine pulled by ringo, your pet monkey...
...what is worse... it's not like you pull your change out, feverishly count the correct amount of change, and get the hell out of my way...
...no... you know what you do... you spill the 45 dollars and 28 cents that you've been saving up for months now all over the counter
...and you don't start with the silver... oh no... that would make sense... instead you start to count the 98 cents that you need by counting out the pennies...
...one... two...three...four...five...six...
...was that six? oh dear... i think i lost count...
...one...two..three
meanwhile... my foot taps... i spin around trying to distract my mind with the non essential things that i don't need to buy... look at the person (that i cut in front of) and shake my head... turn back around... roll my eyes... sigh heavily... cuss under my breath... contemplate murder...
...i don't do well in public...
...it could be the coffee...
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