Coffee Shop Meltdown

Well I have been trying hard to figure out how to allow whomever reads this sad rant of mine understand and feel my pain. Picture me, the object of patience, the only person at the counter at my favorite coffee shop. I had actually gotten up a bit early this morning just to be able to get my favorite coffee and get to work. The sweet elixir that I so enjoy, is already being whipped up by the barista that knows me and usually gets my order started before I reach the front door. The smells and the sounds of my lovely beverage are proving to be Pavlovian.
This is when it happens; as you would expect since I am writing about it. It starts with these two beautiful people; you know who you are. Those people that think that there are two time continua theirs and everyone else. Oh, they start by going to the side of the counter; brimming with confidence wearing their perfect hair. This was tolerable until they started talking to the help. Talking to the only person working the coffee bar. This is when their world and ours mingles. I have noticed that this only happens when they want something, or one or both of our kind are drunk as hell and still want something. Anyway, both the female and male beauties and the barista have some small talk about their flip flops or something. It just sounds like WAWAWA "peanuts" talk to me. My normal 1.12 minute wait turns into well over 5.27 minutes. Finally, barista is able to phase into my parallel time line and see that I about to hit my flash point. She begins to pour and is pulled back into the land of the lovelies. This adds an additional 1.1 minutes of "Linus and Lucy" and she finally breaks free again after a laugh and a hair flip. She steps back into ugly and brings me the coffee from the mountain, places it in my wretched hands; which is when I depart the common man.

This only actually took 1.1 minutes due to the rip in time from glam to sham.

Kisses,

Me