Yesterday, the AC at my office blew out, so today I worked from home. The AC was fixed by 9:30 AM. I didn’t see that coming.
But because I was working from home, I did what people who work from home are rumored to do: I worked from Starbucks for a little while.
Yes, Sunnyside has a Starbucks, and for what might be the first time ever, I chose it over the Grind, which continues its relatively hapless ways (under new management). Last time I went into the Grind (maybe two weeks ago), they didn’t have AC, and I was hot.
I took no chances today. And Starbucks, that predictably well-run bastard, was cold. But really, that’s not my point.
A few short years ago, when I rejoined the throngs of the Sunnyside commuters after a spate of freelancing from my sofa, I noticed a distinct uptick in hipsters on the rush-hour subway platform.
Today’s Starbucks experience was something different. Almost everyone who walked in – male and female – was sorta hot.
Sunnyside is along the MTA’s famed #7 train. The #7, as we all know, is the ugly train (except during the US Open). People who live in Sunnyside ride the #7 train, i.e. Sunnysiders ride the ugly train, i.e. Sunnysiders are ugly people.
These Sunnysiders were not ugly. They were hot. Many appeared to be on their way to the beach. Or perhaps they were just scantily clad because it’s hotter than the opposite of a well digger’s ass.
Today is Tuesday. What were these people doing during prime working hours on a Tuesday strolling through Starbucks in Sunnyside looking so damned hot? Do they think this is Manhattan or something? Manhattan is where the leisure classes go to look good while strolling around while the rest of us work.
I tell you what, B&E; readers… This experience shook me. It shook me to my core. Time was that I was above average looking in Sunnyside. If these Sunnysiders are any indication, bald schlubbiness doesn’t cut it anymore for looking good along the #7 train line.
This isn’t change I can believe in.