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Iced Coffee & The Human Race

So every morning before work I stop at the Coffee Bean down the way from my office. It's the perfect location. Stick a few quarters in the meter and head on in.

 There are your average business looking people, as this is a business district, and then there are those that have been at yoga or exericising, or the real snooty (pardon my judgement) type who are on their phone the whole time while ordering, prepping their coffee and just standing around on their phone, in the way of every one around them, unbeknownced to the fact of course. It's a good thing I have been awake and coherent, and driving for 2.5 hours or I'd get really impatient. I'm finding my patience are much higher and happier anytime before about 3:30pm. Then I get agitated with the littlest things and tolerance level goes way down.

 You can tell who the snooty ones are because of their mannerisms and dress. Chins held high, designer obvious clothes and just a demeanor like they're the absolute shi*. It's so interesting to me to study different people's mannerisms and ways and see how they react to situations. The human race is so fascinating and puzzling at the same time.

Well this particular snoot paid with a 100$, I know from personally working at a coffee shop that first thing in the morning that is extremely inconvenient. The gentleman behind the counter kindly said that he didn't think he'd have change this early in the day, the 'snoot' completely ignored and carried away on his phone. They were able to round up change from both registers but wow, the guy was just so inconsiderate. This is where I get really irritated. Even if you have more money then the people working here we still all go to work at some point, all put up with all kinds of bull shi* and we all put our pants on one leg at a time. I, of course had to join this lovely man at the station where I put cream & sugar in my iced coffee so that was definitely fun. I finally, just aggressively reached over him as he was on his phone and standing there taking up the whole space. He didn't seem to mind, probably because I was speaking/acting his language: aggressive, impolite and a bit rude. But oh well! It worked.

Learning new things every day people. I'm feeling like I want to buy a book on human ethics. Would be an interesting and insightful read.

Thursday is here. Work, gym, and an event with my PR friend tonight in Beverly Hills. Good gracious I love my life.

Peace bitches.

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