I love your beverages. In fact, I think it is the best in downtown, hands down.
I knew when I first starting frequenting your establishment that I felt intimidated, and out of place.
Our first encounter had to do with your T-shirt, and your comment about how "fat" people are rich. I said, "whoa." You immediately kind of tried to take it back by saying something apologetic to cover up your stupid comment.
Now I visit at least once a week, and every employee there is "good looking." I can tell you all take a lot of pride in your appearances, and probably care more for how you look, than how you are. You guys are all nice, but we would never be friends. You guys should all make a calendar with each employee for a different month. I'm not saying this is a good thing either. You guys know you "look" "good", and I'm sure you think you look good, and are proud to think you look good.
Then I saw you on the bus with your legs blocking the aisle. I walked by, said, "hi, excuse me," and you didn't even have the courtesy to move your fucking beautiful pretentious lazy legs. I will still buy your drinks, but how come people that think they look good, also think they are the center of the universe.
Can you be August? It is my favorite month.
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