Not all of life is like the red carpet, no one usually cares who your wearing.
But do you give two shits WHAT your wearing?
Starbucks is always a mixed bag of humanity.
A majority are getting their caffeine on prior to heading to work.
Work always goes better with a nice caffeine edge.
And the work people are dressed for work so they are easy to spot.
The next group are the retirees.
Different dress code.
Comfort and sweat pants are a general theme.
Also, that sense of urgency is missing, these people are not in a hurry.
Being an older generation, they are dressed in more, rather than less.
Hands and heads are the only things uncovered.
The non-Muslim berka.
The next group is rare.
Not unicorn rare, but kind of like $50 lottery scratcher rare.
The best title I can come up with is “Walmart People.”
Trailer folk, or at least they should be.
Their sweats have loose elastic and allow for asscrack.
BO is common, so is a relaxed or just plain lazy hairstyle.
Let me make a point here.
There is a huge difference between Walmart People and the incredibly hot 20-something chick who slipped on some ill-fitting sweats, ugg boots, sloppy t-shirt and maybe panties in order to make a morning Starbucks run. She looks hot, its her place in things.
Walmart People are rarely Fortune 500 CEO’s.
Their orders are never expensive, but they are convoluted and difficult.
On that even more rare occasion that they are on a cell phone call, the conversation is always a verbal bag of cats. The “F” word is often muttered into the phone, used as a period in some cases.
The lady in line ahead of me is having just such a conversation.
Someone named Kella is supposed to “Get ma check.” And then the F-word was used as a noun, verb and interjection.
And then she left. Damn Starbucks and their quick order fulfillment.
Which leaves the last group of Starbucks customer that I will be talking about.
They are alternative, sometimes goth, oddly appearing folk that seem to go out of their way to be different. Hipster is a word that comes to mind.
But, and this is important, They are different, but almost cookie cutter identical to the rest of the Indie Folk.
Nothing new here, but they are firmly convinced there is something unique here.
They usually don’t accomplish much, when the accomplish anything, no matter how small, they scream it from the roof tops all the while claiming they are not doing just that.
And then there is me.
I watch people.
The aboriginal tribes of Australia believe that taking their picture steals a portion of their soul.
This is the kind of watching I do. I take a little something with me when I go.
Everything comes at a price. My price for starting and continuing this blog is to give up my filter. I am all but incapable of keeping my mouth shut.
It puts a little strain on relationships.
It also leads to taking a little too much delight in other peoples discomfort.
So be it. We are who we are.
Plus it makes for good reading.