I think I have seen 4 other Mac laptops in the store within 5 minutes.  Starbucks continues to get cooler.  There was a girl here that couldn’t pick up the wireless signal.  She asked me to help her get connected. I did.  There is a lady being interviewed, at least it appears that way.  The lady interviewing is using an HP laptop.  I laugh at her.  So each time I have come here, I haven’t bought any coffee at all.  And I have a nice giftcard at home with $15 on it.  I never remember to pick it up before I leave.  I am listening to the RENT soundtrack once again.  It is verrrry good.  There is a male Starbucks employee walking around to all the tables and the counters and wiping them down.  The lady being interviewed is sitting right outside the window from me, and she is talking with her hands too much.  I think she isn’t being herself.  She won’t get the job.  A girl in a black shirt and wavy hair walks out the door.  There is a man at the ordering counter in a purple shirt with buttons and a collar.  About 20 feet away from me there are two guys talking, one about 10-15 years older than the other.  The younger guy is wearing a black bandana.  I need to change for tennis practice soon.  There is a couple at the table to my right.  The guy has a tall hot coffee cup and a Nokia cell phone sitting next to his keys.  A nother guy walks into the store with a wireless cell phone earset on and he is walking like he owns the place.  Then he goes straight into the bathroom, and I understand his strange walk….  The lady outside is making fists at the interviewer.  Not a good sign.  The guy with the purple shirt uses a walking cane.  He leaves the store.  Earset guy has on a North Carolina jacket.  The display that the store has set up is nice.  It makes me want a Barista machine.  The soft piano music begins to come through my earphones, interrupting “One Song Glory” and “Light My Candle”.  The earset guy leaves walking the same way, and I realize it wasn’t because he had to use the bathroom.  The couple next to me leaves.  A lady in a white blouse comes and sits down next to me, coffee in hand.  Unlike all the other times, however, she didn’t ask if I was saving it for someone else.  I’m kinda tired.  And now I am too mad about not being asked to go on.  Well, I’m not mad, but I am done.

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