Starbucks Trauma

Yesterday I randomly decided to go to Starbucks alone (not that I’m a loser, just wanted to write without distraction) to get started on my internship report.

Peace? Calm? No~ I was too naive to believe so. It is true that I got myself an excellent Grande Hot Chocolate and fill the boredom with some good songs of mine, BUT…an awkward woman just ruined everything.

That not too good looking woman was:

• speaking very loud – like if she was in a street market
• 0 fashion sense – don’t even know what she was wearing, just hideous
• 0 manners – a leg on the chair
• 0 intelligence – didn’t understand an accounting problem her friend was trying to explain, which I did only by listening
• 0 respect for her friend – smack her books on the table, give orders to her friend, used a rude tone, kept throwing killer stares at me (not that I’m her friend, but still)

OH MY GAWD!!! If a "friend" is talking to me like this…have no doubt that he/she won’t be my friend for long. I mean…who are you talking to? A dog? I even have more respect to my dog (if I have one) than she had for her friend. IN.CRE.DI.BLE.
Conclusion: We should forbid all those salvage animals to access all my favorite places…it scares the hell out of me. X_X’