I'm at the Silver Lake Coffee Shop, looking forward to a little morning pick-me-up and a little personal peace-and-quiet time, when I hear an annoyingly snide voice in my ear quip "a soy chai?! god, that's such a chick drink!" I turn around to see what damn fool is bothering me before I've had my caffeine injection for the day, and oh if it isn't Mr. Emo, Too Cool for School, Tattoos On My Biceps, Rings In My Lip and oh god is that your EYELID?! guy. Unsure of exactly how to respond since I have ruled out bashing his face in with my wallet, I simply raise an eyebrow in his general direction. "I'm off coffee." That should do it, mission accompli....
"That's retarded, why would you go off coffee just to switch to another type of caffeinated stimulant?" Shit. Not only did I just unintentionally initiate conversation, but he's right. And he's a pompous ass. Caffeinated Stimulant? Gimme a break. I realize he wasn't hitting on me, but can I please just order a god damn drink without comments from the peanut gallery! Fuck.
And if that indeed was a misguided attempt at hitting on me (though I'm disinclined to believe anyone really thinks that the Insult Tactic works, especially at 8:00 am), then throw in the towel dude, you failed.
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