I am so glad that one of my coworkers is at Dunn Brothers tonight. Now I am not the only witness to the batshit-crazy going on the corner.
There is a bloated, 15-person group in the corner which looks like a book club. Tonight’s theme is “outsiders and specialness” and the conversation contains such gems as:
Middle Aged Lady: “Can I tell you guys something? When I was young I thought I was special. I thought was really special! I thought I was so special that I thought I would have a virgin birth! And it has taken me 55 years to realize I AM NOT SPECIAL. I AM NOT SPECIAL AT ALL!”
Let this be a warning: if you have a crazy group discussion in a coffeeshop during late April it will be documented by a snide procrastinating law student. I promise.
Update: “Wild-eyed long-hair guy” seated next to our Wilting-Madonna caught me laughing at the group discussion. Eek! Time to meet up with Judd at the Bad Waitress before I get stoned by the “Special Mob.”
Did you know that we’re all mutant humans?? We’ve “mutated” from the first humans who came from Africa. Now they’re “special”……
Oh my god. I was horrified.
What fresh gay hell did you just step in?! That is some other sh!t… I want to go. lol
You have no idea. You should see the special secret notebook they have. It’s like a little Socrates bible. Ps. They are all nuts. Legit.
Oh so I’ve heard.