People.

People. People are well- well they're funny. Starbucks gives ample opportunity to witness this phenomenon, however instead of going on a routine tangent about the nonconformities of my place of work, I simply mention the fact that I'm at a Starbucks in order to give you a visual frame of reference. Today, I am a customer. One that doesn't really feel like thinking about coffee and its imperialist suppressor.
 Ok, lets start this off with a bang. People are interesting. Some people are interesting because of their attention to other PEOPLE. I'm sitting outside and my sister comes to join me and some friends, informing us that a man moved from outside, to inside, to right near the restroom all during her trip to a location lastly mentioned. We move inside, and he's sitting precariously in a chair, adjacent to mine, doing nothing but sipping his free ice water. Watching. Sitting. Crunching on those ice cubes while he's smiling, making non-verbal chit-chat with his crazy eyes with anyone stressed out enough to accidentally engage in. Fidgety, and unoccupied, it would seem this man has better places to go, better things to do, anything else really- but he keeps looking at you. hmmmmm.... interesting habits man.

People are interesting. Boy, you've got it going on don't ya? Barret, curly blond hair in a slicked back pony tail, that matches your slick mustache. Any guy with that sparse of facial shrubbery would be too embarrassed to chance such a radical proclamation of manliness, but no one is going to stop you hot stuff! There is a hearth right next to the chair I'm sitting in. Did I say right next to me? Well, I meant he sat down maybe a foot and a half from my chair. Mind you what he was sitting on was more of a ledge than a designated seat. Hey he went for it. He was struggling for eye contact, the littlest cue of recognition, but did I give it to him? No. Sorry bro, I think I learned my lesson from the last guy.

People are interesting. People apparently own public property and feel the right to exercise their ownership authority and cast disgruntled looks and flippant remarks towards the rude, peasant folk who dare tread on their precious land. I got here first. I needed the plug to keep the power running on my computer. I know what you are doing is probably more important than what I'm doing (I'm writing about you, muhahaha) but really, you know how to hurt a girls feelings. I was just trying to get a spot by the fireplace man! But, definitely, I now understand that those who dress like they came from a business funeral should always get the best spot at a coffee shop. Inttteresssting.

People, well, hey they're funny. This girl chomps pretty hard on her gum. She slowly and calmly opens the brownie container, and with the best form of inertia I've ever witnessed, proceeds to plate them. How could that take anyone five minutes? How come God didn't smite you right there with an unexpected rush? You, just keep that unemotional face right where it is, your mind perfectly fixed in vacancy, and do your thing. You have perfected everyone's ideal job situation- mindlessly working. Not a thought comes or goes when you step in the zone, and before you know it, you're off the clock and ready to continue an unaffected existence somewhere outside of the blue-collar, neo-coffee-communist society.

People are funny. I though someone was in my house today. I called my dad and he broke out the gun. I saw a notorious funny person driving suspiciously close to my campus. Some people get really grumpy because thats when they're happiest. Some people are really good at giving looks. Some people are really happy. Some people like making nontraditional familial associations with others. Some people imagine they're foxes. Some people are foxes. Some people are bad with direct directional directions. Some people don't like to show off their intelligence with their apparent vector and chemical knowledge of abstract curriculum.
But people are funny. So we laugh.