Absolutely Cuckoo - The Magnetic Fields

Hello fellow hot dogs! :)

I know I shouldn't be typing with my wrist and all, but this one's coming from my phone, so it should help, right?

Anyways, yesterday, aside from being a super hot & humid day was all about nosy-ness. Yes, I do it all the time, but it was done to me in criminal amounts yesterday; and by two boy-children no less.

My god, do you have nothing better to do?

So let's start with the first one.

Yesterday early evening, me and Dee were at this little joint called Jersey Mike's. They make the best sandwiches and me and Dee have particular tastes, so screw you guys. Anyway, we started talking about work and colleagues, nothing bad, I assure you, and there was this guy, I'm sorry, MAN, who was all up on our busy-ness. I mean, what the fuck, dude? Seriously, you have nothing better to do than to eavesdrop on a conversation that has abso-fucking-lutely nothing to do with you? And it wasn't like he was trying to be coy about it. Oh, no! Whenever Dee or I said something, this asshole kept following what we were saying, switching from one person to the other, like this shit concerned him. Please...

The second time happened at Starbucks. My local, once beloved Starbucks. (In case you're wondering, this is no longer the case.) Me and Mari, my non-boo boo, we're waiting for our drinks and I told her something that SOMEONE recently said to me. (This person BETTER know who she is.) I told my boo that I'd been previously informed that I only have two facial expressions: happy and angry. Now this pisses me off because I now know that I cannot become an actress, like I secretly wanted to. Mari kinda agreed with it. At that moment I was like "WTF?! Seriously?" because when two people agree on a thing, in my opinion, it's a fact. So it was official, I was the female Keanu Reeves. Once we got our drinks we went outside.

A couple of minutes into chilling outside, previously mentioned person got all super FAT ASS on me and text to ask if I could get her some Starbucks popcorn. So I did. When I was at the register, the barista who took our drink orders earlier asked me if anything was wrong. I had my angry face on and wasn't up for any small talk. I told him that I was fine. He wouldn't let it go and said that I looked "depressed." Are you fucking kidding me? I looked depressed? I had my angry face on, which I have perfect, and should mean 'back the fuck off.' But according to him, I looked depressed. Clearly, he was listening to our conversation.

This isn't the first time this barista has done it.

It concerns me that my conversations at this Starbucks, no matter how quietly spoken will never be private.

My über legit question: do you have nothing better to do??? I'm more than willing to admit that my conversations, while many times uninspired, are quite hilarious.

This, however, doesn't give anyone license to eavesdrop on them.

Please try to do better. No, not me for. I don't give a fuck about what you do. But just to let you know, the next person I see eavesdropping on MY conversations, I will call them out. And I won't be calm about it. You better believe I'ma get all ghetto ass Mexican up on your ass.

Author's Note: Later that night as they were closing up Starbucks, the aforementioned barista came out and asked why we were still there. He, who knew what Mari drives, thought he saw us drive off. He knew that she drives a white Toyota Avalon.

I found this to be creepy. IDK, am I wrong or what?