Abbey and I were sitting outside in the sunshine. John walks inside for a coffee and comes out 11 minutes later. "I got a gingerbread latte with molasses drizzle. There's no fucking coffee in that place anymore."
Then his story continues.
"So there's this old couple in there. Skipper and the Misses stop by for coffee; so cute. He's 100 years old. She's a decade younger; all dolled up so she's clearly the brains of the operation. She's in line to order and Skipper's wandering around the place, jingling his keys and looking for a hardware store. She's looking around like, "uh oh, where'd he go". He comes up behind me, rockin' the double hearing aids, taps me on the shoulder to let me know he's with her. She does a pretty good job ordering and they step aside. People are bobbing and weaving all around them; names are being shouted, coffee's walking off the counter left and right. Their food comes up and Skipper's confused because their drink aren't there. Pretty soon he bellies up to the bar for whatever drink comes up next. A few of us are smiling and chuckling and others are rushing up, scared to death that Skipper's gonna take their half-caf, soy, peppermint cup of pie. Dude just wants a cup of coffee. Man, society's crumbling….I blame Starbucks."
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