Wednesday, October 8, 2008

The Band-Aid

This morning at Starbucks:

There was no sign of Conrad. There was no sign of Al Davis. But the Band-Aid was there, with his toupee, at 6:50 in the morning, apparently looking to conversate.

He picked the wrong guy.

We've never spoken before. Not even exchanged polite pleasantries. However, I'm sure he's seen me before as I've been going there for 3 1/2 years..........and I think he lives there.

As I stood at my favorite 2x2 sq ft of area in the shop, the sugar counter, The Band-Aid bellies up next to me.

"Hey, the market has really tightened up this morning."

"WHAT? What the hell is going on over at Albertsons?" The Market? The Market!!?

Listen pal, you tell me something crazy about the market, I'm on my way over to Vons to make sure they're not running out of Rocky Road ice cream. I don't care about the market and I don't want to talk to you. I don't like talking to people that I don't know PERIOD, let alone at 6:50 in the morning. Seriously, you're talking to the wrong guy.

I'm already struggling for power and position at the god damn sugar counter trying to box these fools out and be on my way. I don't need to jam up my flow by starting a conversation with some Starbucks groupie who got caught five fingering brownies at Stater Brothers.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Dude, I know this guy...He sits there all day and creeps on the caffinne junkie ho's. Sad thing is this will be the "Corner" in 25 years.

Anonymous said...

Don't ask why I'm reading this bullshit at 4:30 in the morning...