I often head to one of the several Augusta, Georgia area Starbucks to do a bit of work. Almost always the private lives are made a bit too public. One does not have to eavesdrop. The words are left for the occupied ears to gobble up. Sometimes it is funny, sometimes embarrassing and sometimes just funny. So for the rest of us I am going to put the little stories here. Oh for a Charles Dickens to sit and watch the people and write another novel on Starbucks patrons.
3/29/2016 “Just between me and you and the freakin’ walls…” — Or not?
4/1/2016 “Most of them are men. I don’t think they even go in there.”–I guess they were talking about restaurant inspectors and the women’s bathroom. From the conversation I guess things were all good, but one thing looked like it might not be.