I don’t like getting too personal on the internet, but I will admit that I struggle with deep, chronic procrastination. It may come as a shock to many people; it’s not something I’ve openly shared with my friends or family. In fact, the only people I have felt comfortable sharing this trait with in the past have been my professors.
I have been sitting in a Starbucks for the better part of three hours now, trying to write my viral magnum opus, but just when the inspiration begins to hit me, the reality of my surroundings starts to hit back—I hear a screaming child, a picky customer starting to berate the
1. Wild Children Galore
Starbucks seems to attract a never-ending stream of Lulemon-wearing soccer moms here to inhale quadruple-shot espressos and shove sugar down the throats of their wild demon spawn. I am sitting solo at one of those giant, collaborative tables (because it’s where one of the few outlets are located), and across from me are two siblings, an older one working on homework, and a younger one who alternates between spreading her coloring book into my personal space, antagonizing her older sibling, and yelling across the store for her mother who, it seems, is quietly reading a book at her own separate table while letting her children terrorize the adults at the collaborative table who are trying in vain to actually accomplish something before the sun sets. All surgeons who specialize in hysterectomies or vasectomies should use footage of children acting like assholes in Starbucks’ to attract more clients.
2. The Obnoxious Customers
One of the appeals of going to Starbucks is that the
3. It's Too Damn Loud
It’s not just the hyper kids or the self-righteous customers who cause a racket—but boy, do those people make themselves heard. About a million things are going on at once at any given Starbucks, and every one of those things is about a million decibels loud, maybe even more so if you’re actually there to get shit done. There always seems to be one big group that feels the need to talk obscenely loud over each other, even when they are two inches away from each other. The
Maybe this Starbucks outing is a lesson. Maybe I should have braced the terrible, inconvenient student parking spaces and decided to work at the library like a responsible, rational, non-self-defeating human being. But as a card-carrying Gold Card Member, I know that I will be back. And as a card-carrying smart ass, I know I will find another treasure trove of experiences to snark about later.
























