post the twenty-first, 2013

when i arrived here, at starbucks, there were no open tables. i ordered a coffee and they gave it me for free, as recompense for my having to stand. FREE. by the time i had doctored it and whatnot, and a table opened, so i took it. then, since i had a table and all, i got in line for a scone. whilst awaiting my turn for a scone, a BETTER table opened up, near the wall, with the power outlet. so i stepped out of line and nabbed it. in conclusion, i am now sitting in a prime spot with a hot coffee and a fresh blueberry scone. the only problem is the scone isn't a scone-scone, it's more of a cake scone, probably because united-statesers don't appreciate the arid crumbly dryness that is a true scone. okay, that's not the only problem. there's a couple of guys at the next table participating in competitive performance conversation. fairly obnoxious, but i am concerned that if i were to ask them to hush-up (or, quiet-down) they'd reveal that they're practicing for the olympic performance conversation team, and then i'd feel pretty stupid.