“Izzat my coffee?” My Coffee Man shouted. Granted, asking if the drink on the counter is yours is a perfectly reasonable thing to do in a coffee shop. Well, assuming you hadn’t literally just ordered, could see the drink at
“Important, important, important. Words, words, words. Loud, loud, loud.” Everyone in the coffee shop could hear what Important Talker was saying and it sure sounded like he wanted all of us to know just how important his conversation was. But
“I can’t believe anyone buys drinks here. Starbucks is notorious for how bad they treat employees,” Angry Man says. “No one should ever come here.” By the way, Angry Man is standing in line waiting to buy a drink. It’ssa
“Can you top off my drink with some coffee,” he asks, holding up a large cup with about three inches of room at the top. “Sure,” the barista says. “But you know we charge for coffee, right?” Did I mention
“Don’t eat the bison brats because they’re farmed,” he told her. “They keep breeding the same animals and made a genetic bottleneck. I know it’s obscure and probably isn’t a big-scale thing, but its one of those things I’m standing
“Remember the song they used to play here all the time? The do-do-duh-do one,” Old Hair Guy says. His hair trails down below his belt—something you don’t typically see on someone who’s a veteran AARP member. Sing it with me,