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Saturday, March 25, 2006
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letting yourself go.
So.
I'm sitting in a coffee shop (medium coffee, some weird cinnamon thing with VERY flaky pastry that is presently sprinkled like snowflakes across my lap.)
I'm typing on my iBook (obviously.)
They're playing utterly crappy music (Rolling Stones of the mid-nineties? Celine Dion?)
I'm wearing my ear buds in response and warming up my iTunes (Donny Hathaway, Ella Fitzgerald, Etta James... mmm!)
There are two dorks sitting next to me: mid-thirties, in sweatpants and football jerseys, having an overly-intense discussion on sports (which I respect, normally -- but they're advocating some clueless trades), drinking small coffees (who orders a small coffee?)
They're really loud.
Even over Donny.
And the best part? They're now talking about me. On and off, mind you, but it keeps coming up.
Blink. Blink.
I'm assuming they think that my headphones are noise-cancelling; either that, or I'm just in a little world of my own. Which could be the case... were they not SO LOUD.
Here's what they've discussed thus far:
- My computer: "Small and stupid... Macs are such crap!"
- My drink: "Girls always get expensive drinks. It's like, pay for it yourself, bitch!"
- My sunglasses: "I think those are the ones my mom had in the seventies!"
Are you incredulous yet? Wait for it, wait for it...
- My yoga pants: "Those are like, bellbottom sweats. Like track pants for hippies." (Okay, that actually made me smile... that's true.)
- My Havaianas: "Who the f*** wears those in winter?" (IT'S SPRING!)
- My hair: "Nice effort."
Here's what I'm going to do. And I've done it before in coffee shops, usually with different phrases. I'm not normally one to engage people impolitely, but one of them keeps trying to read my screen, so let's just take advantage of the whole thing:
I CAN HEAR EVERY WORD YOU'RE SAYING, BUDDY.Ahhh... change in topic. I'm not sure if this is in response, but I'll leave the phrase up, just in case.
Now they're just annoying me by bashing Alex Auld again. But that's typical for my city.
Happy Saturday, everyone.
1:46:34 PM 
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