I spent a chunk of time this morning at Starbucks, using the reliable internet connection, while the missus sat around and waited for Time Warner to come fix ours. The window they gave us was a very convenient “any time between 9:00 a.m. and 7:00 p.m.” That’s longer than my workday, Dickheads.
Anyway, the missus and I did it in shifts, and Time Warner arrived at 1:15 p.m.
But I needed to do some work, so I spent some time at our local Starbucks. (For those of you wondering, I think maybe The Grind is officially out of business now.)
At a nearby table, a young man in a tight tank top, wearing a hipster fedora and sporting hairless, bronzed biceps and triceps sat across from an older, balder, frumpier gentleman. I wasn’t going to make any assumptions about these two men, but older men continued to drop by the table, ostensibly to say hello, but more obviously to flirt with the handsome younger man.
I had no idea that Sunnyside had this volume of old queens. Good for us.