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Okay last day at work.
On my way in I decided to stop at the Starbucks in the middle of the fan. Typical fan (area of Richmond) crowd. So after I order (an embarrassingly long order to be honest) I go over and read the front page of the New York Times (war death and divorce) and the local rag (death war divorce and Kevlar) and I wait. Seated right behind me is some “Skippy” type right out of central casting-he has the foam sunglasses holder which seems to have replaced the baseball hat from the college years as a intricate part of his being.
Our barrister, whose name swear to god was “Tron”, calls out “Non fat latte” a guy gets up from across the room to get it.
I sense Skippy behind me moving about on the edge of his chair. “blah blah blah moche blah blah” Tron calls out-a woman steps forward.
Skippy at this point can FEEL IT! There is a calming few seconds and then finally Tron sets down a cup and says “Soy latte”…… to no one in particular and very softly I hear from right behind me Skippy let loose the following
“ROCK ON!” and bolts up to get his cup. He’s off on another day’s adventure.
Rock on, Skippy- Rock on indeed. :headbang:
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