I really hope you somehow see this. I also really wish that I was quicker on my feet.

You were sitting next to me at Costello's Coffee house at 2pm. I was getting my brakes fixed and so therefor, I was stuck in a coffee house midday when I really needed and wanted to be at the office. That's right, asshole, I have a job. I don't have the liberty to sit with greasy long hair and pseudo-intellectual books all day in a coffee shop, I have bills to pay. So when I had to take a call, in regards to WORK and you butted in to ask me "where you come from, do you normally use your chatter box in coffee houses? You are rude, get off the phone."

First of all, I'm actually from Portland. Unlike you who came here to be amongst the hipsters. Second of all, I hadn't spoken more than 2 words and I was very quiet. So instead of asking you if you always butted into other peoples business, what I really should have done is spill my nice, hot coffee all over your crotch. It would have been worth the $5 that I spent. My patience is wearing thin today.

I'm going to Yoga. Peace.