OMG. I was trying to be Portland today, I had jacket over a sweater, a recycled fiber shoulder bag, mini laptop and Ipod. I went to get coffee, wasn't being to friendly because the natives don't like that here, and ordered a mocha.
But the the person behind me started chatting with the barista, apparently he works there and is coming in on his day off for coffee, well they start talking and forget my order and "Mr. hairless, legs day off" gets his drink and I'm just a memory. I decided to bring this to their attention and since Portland people don't make eye contact they didn't remember me and treated me as if I were Brian Sterm trying to scam a mocha out of the place.
Last night we went to Pretentious Stump town on Stark, the one with no hours posted. The coffee wench asked if I wanted a "for here" cup, well I'm GAY, silly of course I want a big ol' cup with saucer....hello dishes! Just as I got to my seat after carefully balancing my cup on the saucer across the whole room, A man from the back came out and shouted "were CLOSED!" now I had to balance the cup all the way back and try to use my wonkey eyes to pour it into a paper cup before Ive even had a sip.
I AM SEATTLE, I AM COFFEE CULTURE, Who was cooler the Ellyn and I sitting at Bauhaus with an inflatable penguin while we pretended to smoke and discuss things. Dammit. Now I'm in this coffee world on un-friendly people who snub you and think they are so cool because they only talk to each other...remember folks its still the Service Industry
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