A Wonderful View!

So, I had a doctor's appointment at 9:45 this morning, and I have a dentist appointment at 2:45. (I'm getting a crown put on, ack!) Rather than going home, I decided to grab a bite to eat downtown and walk around for a bit to kill the time. I'm pretty much broke, so I decided against shopping. I grabbed my laptop and have taken advantage of the free Wi-Fi at Starbucks... From where I'm sitting right now, I have quite a view... It's not a beautiful sunset or a grand palace, but its really something. There's this strange reggae music playing, which my 'SoundHound' app can't identify...

Anyway, this is really an odd bunch of people in here... that's the view I am referring to. Sitting at the table to my right is a man of about 25, wearing the shortest shorts I've ever seen on a man. They're salmon colored, and they look like something my little sister might wear... she's 10. He's hairy. Really hairy. He looks like Spencer Pratt during his hairy phase, only about 100 times worse. He looks like a freaking caveman. Or a homeless person. Or a homeless caveman. A caveman who is so uncivilized he can't even get his hands on a cave! I can just imagine old ladies passing by, whispering to each other, "Tisk, tisk... What a ragamuffin." He's drinking a strawberry smoothie and reading a comic book. What a character.

Now, this is a really pointless, weird blog post... but hell, I'm bored out of my mind!

Sitting at the table in front of me are three obese ladies... they look young, probably in their twenties... They're sporting that punk rock look, with acid-wash skinny jeans and studded belts. There's a common saying which seems appropriate here. "They're called skinny jeans, not make-you-skinny jeans." Well, I'm pretty sure these women will be removed from Starbucks before long. They're swearing loudly and talking about subjects which, to be honest, make me wish I was deaf. I'm not going to go into it. To make matters worse, they have really bad body odor. It's making me not even want my frappe- and thats saying something.  

The worst of all, even worse than the two cowgirls sitting in the corner, are the two normal looking women sitting to my right. I am four feet away from them, and I can hear every word they are saying... And in this case, that's a hell of a lot of words. They are basically telling each other their entire life stories. Melanie is upset because she has discovered that her ex-husband is getting remarried in August... and he didn't even tell her! GASP! Her friend, Becky, is not being sympathetic... she is too busy talking about her own wedding plans. She's getting re-married in Dec-

-okay, I have to cut in and say that a fat 10-year-old just walked in dressed like a gangster-

-ember, and she's already planned everything out! She is having an ice sculpture and everything. NO WAY! However, she is a little nervous about what her two children will think... she hasn't told them yet! GASP!

I swear, I know enough about these two women that I could write a biography on them. They have pretty much told this entire coffee shop about their problems. I'm about ready to sock 'em both in the face.

Okay, well, I'm going to stop entertaining myself by creeping on Starbuck's customers and go grab some lunch.

Remember, curiosity kills!

Okay...I had to say this. I just heard someone behind me freak out, saying, "OMG! YOU PLAY ZOMBIE FARM! IM LEVEL 80!" and then start an intense conversation about it... Hahahaha. That just made my life.