Your mother doesn't live here!

If you've been reading my blog regularly, then you know that there are a few things that really get under my skin. You also know that I don't mind telling you about them. For example, people who force me to breathe their cigarette smoke. Or people who are too lazy to work (and have some other excuse for why they "can't"), but instead live off of the government and/or their friends and family members.

Well, here is another one.

People who leave their shit behind for someone else to clean up. Yep, I am using foul language. Sometimes I do that.

I am working via laptop at Starbucks today. Yes, I am working. I've typed up one quote for our business so far, and I have two more, along with many other tasks. So what if I'm taking time out to blog! I'm pissed and I'm going to vent about it!

So, my favorite table was in use this morning when I arrived. I need this table because it's the only one where I can fit my laptop and all of my paperwork, etc.

Ok, so other people have as much right to sit here as I do, right?

Of course they do. That's not what I'm bitching about.

It looked like this guy was almost finished reading his newspaper, so I didn't think he'd be here for long. So I sat in a chair nearby and patiently waited for him to leave. And left, he did. LEFT ALL OF HIS GARBAGE BEHIND FOR ME TO CLEAN UP!

He left his newspaper, with the pages scattered willy-nilly on the table. He left his coffee cup with nothing but backwash sitting in the bottom. He left his empty muffin baking cup and the bag it came in. He left all of that on the table and walked out the door without ever looking back.

There was a garbage can not two feet from where he was sitting. How much trouble would it have been to throw that crap away, really? I have enough to do at home, following behind my messy husband. Why should I have to clean up after this loser, too?

I almost followed him out to his motorcyle (Motorcyles. A subject for another blog post.) to tell him what a pig he was for not cleaning up after himself. But I didn't want to be the Psycho Starbucks Chick, so I just disposed of his mess and now I'm taking it out on you, my loyal readers. :)