“I paid for that fucking cup, and I can have whatever I want in my cup, bitch!”
Ok, so I added the “bitch” part, but I really feel like it was implied.
I am not sure if the guy who is hassling the cashier at this particular Starbucks is homeless, but I am sure he is drunk.
And so does the cop sitting in the back.
You can tell by the seated body language.
A little bit of tension that was not there before, right hand unconsciously moves closer to the holstered side arm.
I suddenly became interested in something a foot further back in the cooler case, this puts me further away from the drunk and more importantly, out of the line of fire if the officer “handles” it.
It seems the issue the drunk has his smelly panties in a twist over is that, since he bought a $2 cup of house drink, he can drink half of that, then demand that they refill it with a cappuccino.
It doesn’t work that way.
Thats like Ordering a hamburger, eating have and telling them to give you a hotdog because you bought the wrapper.
“Personally, I hate cappuccino.”
Enter the policeman, big smile on his face, confusing opener.
This guy is a pro.
While gun play or a dive tackle would have made the morning a WHOLE lot more exciting, I am satisfied with the officer walking the drunk off.
You see, I haven’t gotten my coffee yet and mayhem would delay getting it.
And I just can’t have that.
The java monkey is an impatient mistress.
The drunk and the cop are sitting at a small table, chatting amiably.
The manager has sent over a cappuccino, free of charge.
Isn’t that just so FUCKING cute?
I hate the holidays.
If Thanksgiving was not last week, they’d be cleaning up the blood at this point.
I finally get my coffee properly creamed and sugared and I begin to feel better about all this.
Maybe its ok that the cop didn’t come on like a shark with blood in the water.
Lack of caffeine does that to me.
Five minutes later, I am in a different place, physically and java-wise.
I have decided to enjoy my coffee at the beach.
The air is crisp and cold, but the rising sun is warm.
Winter in Southern California.
Winter here is different than anywhere else.
Most people have winter’s that kill the unprepared.
Worst case scenario here?
You are temporarily cold and/or wet.
But never for long.
Winter is a slightly cooler summer with a less rare chance of rain.
And we like it that way.
Property values in Southern California are sky high and rents are never cheap.
Mornings like this are why that is.
It would be perfect if, while sipping my coffee and staring out at the ocean, if a pod of dolphins were to swim by, a flying V of geese were to fly by, something.
Instead a seagull shit on the railing and the spatter got on my arm.
Nature is vicious at times.
At least the coffee is hot.