There I was, sitting in the coffee shop, working on a bunch of spreadsheets, taking in my morning latte. Minding my own business.
Sipping the Joe, and Crunching the numbers.
Soaking up the free wifi. Then they came in. In velour jumpsuits. If it sounds like I am still in shellshock, that’s because I am still in a state of absolute shock. Three of them, average age well above 60. In velour jumpsuits. One purple. One…brown.
Kids, this cannot stand. I need a new coffee shop. Preferably with WiFi and decent coffee. The latter is negotiable. The former is not. Where can I go?
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