I’m sitting in here in a Starbucks.  In Studio City. This place is always packed. And since I’m in Studio City, I’m here with lots of industry people who like to write screenplays and do whatever else people like to do at 11:00 AM on a Tuesday. I’m always in conversations with people who write for Nickelodeon or late night shows. And the guy sitting next to me right now illustrates graphic novels for a living; he’s discussing with a writer how to collaborate on storyboards.  This is the vibe of Every Studio City coffee shop. 

So I’m studying Chemistry, and this lady walks around the counter and asks to speak to a manager. One of the baristas walks over and says, “How can I help you ma’am.” She goes, “I can’t find a table.  I’ m coming here with my friends, and I can’t find a table. There are too many people here using this place as an office. I’ve been standing here, and noone is moving. People shouldn’t be doing this. They shouldn’t be coming here and using this place as an office.”  The barista was nice and said, “Yeah, we don’t have time limits on tables, but you can go to the website and make a comment.”  The barista placated her nicely and she stomped outside to go join her friends for their mid day tea.

5 minutes later she stomps back inside, skips the line and asks the barista for a refill on the water for her tea, cause it is “TOO STRONG.” She then reiterates the table situation saying “It’s just Wrong, It’s just Wrong.” She then dramatically asks a hardworking screenwriter if she could borrow one of the wooden chairs from the screenwriter’s table and after getting a friendly affirmative, she dragged the chair outside with her in a huff.

“It’s wrong” she said. Not “I don’t LIKE IT”!!!!  Her sense of self was so high that her personal opinions of “What I don’t like,” somehow translated into, “What’s wrong, regardless of my opinion on the matter.”  I’ll tell you what’s wrong lady. What’s wrong is female circumcision, killing gay people, and blanket training.  What is Something You Don’t Like is, people sitting and working in a coffee shop while you and your botched facelift have to sit outside  on a beautiful day and complain about strong tea.

I’ll update this post later with a pic.