Screwballs at Starbuck's

Wendy and I spend several Saturday mornings a month at Starbuck's, gossiping, drinking coffee and playing Scrabble. We go there to hang out with each other, not to make friends, not to influence others and surely not to get unnecessary commentary from wackadoos.

First of all, the music selection there is crazy! It ranges from Jazz, to moaning to indistinguishable sounds that are very distracting when trying to lay down Scrabble Bingos. I want to just give them my I-Pod and say, let's play something recognizable please.

The people watching is great though. One day, no less than 7 cars in a one hour period pulled out of the drive-thru, up to the garbage can and started cleaning out their cars like they were at the car wash. I am pretty sure these garbage bins were meant for Starbuck cups, straw wrappers, etc, not the collection of fast food bags that you have accumulated in the past month that litter your floor.

The nutters that feel the need to stop at our table and comment, "So you are playing Scrabble?" are always great! Unless you are Helen Keller, you can see we are playing Scrabble. It certainly does not look like rummy, so please acknowledge this to yourself and move along, Mr. or Miss Obvious!

Then we have the people who are really nosy - who's winning? what's the best word on the board? have you used the Q or Z yet? Are you kidding me? I am not playing Scrabble with you, I do not like strangers, it is still early in the morning and I am not a morning person, the list goes on and on. In other words, take a hike bozo!

We also have the people who decide they are the fashion police. Granted Wendy and I do not dress for Starbuck's and we often roll in there in work out clothes, lounge clothes, with or without a shower, but if our odor is not offending you, again, please mind your own business. We are not celebrities, you are not the paparazzi and you have way too much free time on your hands.

You have to love the time when the guy behind Wendy taps her on the shoulder and says "Your hair is sticking up." When she gave him the WTF look, he started gesturing with his hands to indicate her hair was sticking up, like she was deaf. She was just dumbstruck that some dumb ass would tell her what she already knew - she had rolled out of bed and went to Starbuck's and had not combed her hair. Again, why do you care bucko? Paul Mitchell you are not!

We still look forward to our jaunts to Starbuck's for if nothing more, a good laugh, and a yummy latte!