Everyday at 2 or 3, my entire office is in desperate need of either chocolate or coffee, although we each have different spots where we get our fix. Because I’m a horrible person, I go to Starbucks, located in Mill Valley directly kitty corner to the middle school, high school and retirement home.
Showing up there at 2:30 on a Wednesday afternoon means I waited in line with approximate 43,000 12 year olds, ALL of whom were talking on cell phones far fancier than my own. One young “lady” was dressed so inappropriately, I was pretty sure she was a hooker. Keep in mind, I spent my youth in a plaid uniform, so any child sporting “free dress” on a school day is pretty much a member of some slutty gang as far as I’m concerned.
As I waited for my Venti Coffee Frap Lite, I also spotted an extremely elderly and kind of gross looking couple the retirement home sipping sticky, sweet, whipped cream topped pink creations and sharing a mushy cookie which they ate with a fork and a knife. I don’t need to tell you the extent to which that upset me.
Oh, and when I finally got my drink in its big plastic cup, I noted my named scrawled on it in Sharpee.
Seriously? God, the suburbs kill me…