Coffeehouse Locals

I have spent the majority of my adult life under the spell of the magical elixir known as coffee. And I am not alone.

There are three types of coffee house visitor:

  1. The Quickie: Comes in, gets coffee, leaves.
  2. The Dine & Dasher: Gets coffee, and a pastry of some sort, consumes them, leaves. And then there's
  3. The Squatter: Writers, Readers, Homeless people, Office-less people – they get coffee, have a seat and stay a while.

Sometimes I'm a Quickie. Rarely I'm a Dine & Dasher. Now usually I'm a Squatter. And these are my fellow caffeine enthusiasts.

Too Close for Comfort

Posted October 20th, 2010

These two jackholes pulled up and had 'lunch.' Right next to me. Jabbering away. So rude... Man, I tried SO hard to fart.

Hey, Mariachi

Posted October 13th, 2010

Everybody hates you.

Ms. Fortune Teller

Posted September 1st, 2010

She used to doubt that she had The Gift. Years ago she SENSED she'd be doing tarot readings at Starbucks. But she didn't believe that her life would ever be that worthless.

Intruder Alert!

Posted August 15th, 2010

Listen up, lady. Take your Jamba Juice and get the hell out of my caffeine emporium.

The Boots Alone Tell the Story

Posted July 21st, 2010

Very cute, stylish girl on the left and very not cute, practical girl on the right.

Big Pimpin’

Posted July 11th, 2010

They never did find the body of the hooker who used to own this fur coat.

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