I am stealing a few minutes from tearing up my floors (FUN! Except not) to regale the blog reading public with my morning adventure.
Almost every morning I stop by Starfucks to get a coffee. No foam, no soy, no do it in my prissy bullshit way - just coffee. The line was insanely long and had snaked into the doorway. Three people hopped on behind me as the queue remained static.
This would irritate anyone but what would really set me off came garbed in a blue button down shirt with the white collar. The banker shirt. The I make tons of money but do not know how to dress myself shirt. White Collar walks into the store and stands right where the line bends.
That is fine if he were just waiting for the end of the line to catch up to where he is standing, but when the motley fool, one person ahead of me asked if he was in line he took the opportunity to take a place ahead of us poor bastards behind him.
Post★Boy: Hey!
Post★Boy: HEY!
Post★Boy: The line is back here.
White Collar: (Playing dumb) I was on line.
Post★Boy: No you weren’t I saw you come in.
White Collar: Well, I am just getting coffee.
Post★Boy: Dood. We’re all getting coffee.
White Collar: Well, I will just wait until after you.
Post★Boy: However you wanna screw the people behind me, who were here before you.
Basically, White Collar knew he was wrong and became my bitch. He damn sure waited until I got my goddamn coffee.
Fuck the boolshyat.