Thursday July 10, 2008

mother theresa's servant team buttermuffins

the man in line in front of me at starbucks was a very clean cut 50sh fellow, wearing stlyish reading glasses and had gel in his short cropped grey hair. he also smelled, no reeked, of gold bond medicated powder. he also said the following while in line, going from looking at the CDs, to the food refridge, to talking to a friend, to touching the arm of another friend, to ordering… but all as if it was one continuous sentence: “what is this? mother theresa’s servant team buttermuffins, whatcha got there scotty? you are holding up the line, there are others behind us i would like hot tea with chai tea, no hot tea, chai.”