I am writing this from one of the few good places in town to get coffee.
This place is called The Villa. It's an independently owned coffee shop in the middle of downtown. We have a couple of Starbucks in town, and another coffee shop inside a Music/Rental shop, but this place has the best coffee at the best price.
Now, every town I have ever lived in had different types of groups at each coffee shop. This one would be the hipster hangout, and that one would be where all the older folks went. Because the choices in this town are so limited, EVERYONE comes to The Villa.
Which makes this place perfect for me to set up camp and type. PEOPLE-WATCHING TIME!!!
As you can guess. Coffee + Wi-fi = Great place to hang out and bring your laptop. There is no shortage of computers here.
And of course, we have the hipsters. No cool coffee shop is a true establishment without a population of hipsters hanging out.
|I'm hip! I'm with it! I'm groovy like a movie! Flavor-flav!!!|
I have seen him try to strike up conversations with kids 15 years younger than him, trying to 'get in with the cool kids' and fail miserably. Over and over. And over.
Is there a portal at the bottom of the cup, with the Coffee Dimension on the other side? Millions of java-beans worshiping him as their God, and sacrificing themselves to keep their sipping, glaring deity happy?
"I KNOW, RIGHT?"
"THAT'S TOOOOOOTALLY TRUE!"
"CHA! I CAN'T BELIEVE SHE SAID THAT!"
She has been glared at by the Super Sipper so many times I'm surprised she hasn't given him whiplash.
But there he sits, sip sip sip...
|Don't fuck with the Coffee Police, missy...|
Time for me to jet. Since I'm not a part of any of the social circles in this habitat, it's time for me to escape before this place goes any more primal. Until next time!
Oh, and by the way, I ordered tea. Ha-HA!!