So I’m sitting at Starbucks waiting for someone and it occurs to me “What better time to write down my observations of idiots!” So my thumbs of hate kick in on my iPhone. A 20 minute visit to Starbucks is all it takes to accumulate fodder for this site. I’m sure there are other places as well that would warrant a post as well, but here I am.
So I’m sitting at Starbucks waiting for someone and it occurs to me “What better time to write down my observations of idiots!”
So my thumbs of hate kick in on my iPhone.
A 20 minute visit to Starbucks is all it takes to accumulate fodder for this site.
I’m sure there are other places as well that would warrant a post as well, but here I am.
An Indian guy walks in, dot not feather. I go back to my phone. He orders a Caramel Cappuccino. These don’t exist so the barista tries to clarify and he gets bothered because he’s busy multitasking a conversation on his Bluetooth.
Now he gets all flustered. How dare they mess up the conversation he’s having?
(I’m sure this sounded racist but really, idiots come in all skin colors.)
Now a Barista has struck up a conversation with another coworker. It seems like every location has one of these baristas on hand. The jaded could-be-a-lesbian. These are the ladies who are just there to slave over your coffee whim. They’re not there conversation or a smile. They have the attitude of “Get your coffee and go, breeder.”
Anyway, ten minutes goes on about various topics such as smoke breaks, no raises in the future and how her girlfriend works at the other location and she’s about ready to quit.
Come on. I’m right here. I don’t want to hear this shit.
(idiots are idiots no matter what sexual preference.)
The guy who comes in for just a coffee with his friend and bitches the entire time, before ordering, during ordering and after ordering about the outrageous price of a coffee at Starbucks. Don’t fucking come here douche bag. I know it’s more than other places but I think it’s worth it. The guy doesn’t shut up about it, all the way out to his new Lexus.
(Money can’t buy you out of idiocy.)
A lady enters with three kids dressed in parochial school uniforms. It’s early morning so they’re probably due at school soon. She orders a coffee for herself and treats for the kids. This is a decent size Starbucks and there’s plenty of seats but of course she decides to plop the spawn by me. Five minutes of bratty kids trying to scarf down their cookies while they whine about the other having more chips than them, how Zach is looking at Maddy funny while the other unnamed retard sits there making fart noises. I guess she didn’t know they have a drive-thru.
Now of course there were some non-idiot people who came in. Two.
One of them includes me.
(Some idiots blog about shit no one else cares about.)