Coffee Shop post 1

So here I am again in lovely metropolitan (snicker) Bossier City, in the cute little coffee shop that I like to come to while here. It's a nice place, family owned, and the coffee is really good. Some chick today, epitomizing the "I'm not from around here" jerkiness was all "Is there a Starbuck's around here?" Sweetheart. First of all, that's incredibly rude. It's like dating one person and while you're hanging around them, asking them if you can have the number of the chick/guy you just saw them talking to. Second, Starbuck's, while pretty darn good, is not the end-all and be-all of coffee in the world. Think about this: try something else! This shop has good quality. The type of Starbuck's here in town is one of those shops inside a grocery store, and frankly, usually, they aren't as good. They don't have to be corporate-ly trained when they work in one of those stores, and the quality can really vary. I hate it when they make the milk too hot, it scorches the milkfat (I get 2%). Often, a place like that scorches the coffee really bad.

Apparently, there must be some sort of convention of jerks in town cause a chick who looks just like the last rude-y judy just asked the same question.

Anyway. We're here safe. The drive was murder-- lonnnnng, dark. Lots of little animals tried to jump in front of me underneath my tires. Fortunately for my peace of mind I didn't hit any of them. I did, however, get pulled over by a policeman on the back road, this one little highway we take cause it's a bit shorter. I was going 76. I thought the speed limit was 70, and just coming down a hill, so that's not so bad. But apparently, at night, it's 65. Andrew said "it's almost always that way" once he woke from his short nap. And yes, now that I think of it, that does happen a lot on Texas highways. But I was tired, and hadn't noticed the note on the sign that said that (I saw it later, so it was very obvious.) I mean, it was like midnight, so I suspect that the policeman was looking for drunks or something. Since I wasn't, and since I clearly sounded upset that I thought I wasn't being bad, he didn't give me a ticket. YAY!! Thank you ticket fairies!! I owe you one.

So now to work. I wonder how many more I'll see of these folks who are going to come in and ask if there's a competitor's coffee shop in "this town" (cause it is a small town, and clearly, they're all big city important people who neeeeed a Starbuck's to be happy). I mean, I like a good coffee. But nothing compares to Andrew's home roast, so I'm a snob about ANY commercial shop. So don't be rude, people.