Starbucks is a nice place to get free "weefee" and they provide an excellent community service for those with small bladder emergencies in NYC. I feel this may be reason enough to pay the extra $3.75 for a cup o' Joe. I'm paying communal rent.
But if you sit in one of the franchises long enough, it's like you're stuck on a subway car full of 'melting pot' folks that just shot Red Bull into their veins. You're forced to listen to a loud conversation about hair and television and you never know who might break out into song then ask you for money... the teen skipping school for a year or the transient who skipped bathing for just as long. Sometimes that is one person.
If you're not tweaking too terribly from the caffeine, it's kind of beautiful.
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