Crazy DC Lady in the Van Ness Starbucks; or, What’s So Crazy ‘Bout Peace, Love, and Understanding
I was second in line at the local Starbucks, and the woman in front of me had just finished paying. I noticed an older woman standing to my left, jockeying to get the barrista’s attention before he turned to me.
Thinking she may have been in my blind spot, I asked her, “Were you in line?”
She turned to me, oozing crazy. “You’re accusing me of butting ahead of you in line. I know your type, you fucker. ”
If she didn’t seem so crazy, I would have gone round and round with her swearing up a storm. However, she clearly had a performance-enhancing chemical imbalance. I wouldn’t have stood a chance. And I am a fucker. She had me pegged right from the start.
So it goes.