11 August 2010

Starbucks

Starbucks is where i go afterwork to get away from it all.  I collect my thoughts and figure out what is going on.  Im just fucking with you I go for an orange-mango smoothie or a java chip frappuccino.  They both are awesome.

The Starbucks near my house if often used for business deals.  This week I saw a workaholic mom hire an art history major woman to take babysit her son and take him to museums.  She also insisted on his lunch being sushi or something organic, no fast food burgers.  Her instructions included the use of public transportation, no cabs, and the workaholic had calculated out metro and bus money and provided a smart card.

The second meeting was for renting party equipment, tables, chairs linens etc.  The party supplier, when asked questions never looked the clients in the eye, wait he would not look the man in the eyes.  The man client was starring right at the party supplier and was incredible intense.

The third meeting was an army recruiter.  The recruiter sold the shit out of the army and she made me want to sign up.  The recruitee looked eager and ready to go.  He was drinking a frappuccino with whip cream.

This week at Starbucks is summer hip hop music.

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