One Night At Starbucks

Sometimes when I have work to do and I'm having trouble working at the house, I head down to the Starbucks in Davis Square to get down to serious business. I feel lame doing this, but I have my reasons. The Starbucks is right across from the wicked awesome Diesel Cafe, but I don't want to go to the Diesel because there is a high likelihood that I will run into someone I know and, even if I don't, that the people hanging out in there will be more interesting than the work I have to do on the computer. (That, and they charge for Wi-Fi last time I checked.) So I go to the lame Starbucks across the street and hang out with the Tufts kids, and we all sit there with our laptops, clacking away, our faces all pale and alien from the light of our screens.

I recorded the above video the other night while I was down there. That's the great thing about the Flip Mino, I just set it on the table and let it roll while this crazy dude stormed around the place ranting and raving. Many of the other patrons were completely freaked out, especially the dude whose table the nutter slammed his fist on when he says "Should I read a book?" But me, I was secretly kind of siding with the deranged man. I felt like a douche for being in the Starbucks in the first place and he was saying things that I was thinking...very loudly and with a foul odor about him. I wanted to whisper to him "I'm not like these other people, I'm just hiding out here, I'm really a lot more like you than you'd ever imagine...and I'm on Facebook, not Myspace by the way. Nobody goes on Myspace anymore except for pedophiles and bands."