Walking back home, we stopped at a coffee house along the way that had a huge and opened garage door for a storefront. It was called bob's java hut and was well packed with cadres of anti-starbuckians. We ordered coffees from a short haired, earthy girl and after paying and starting out, I spied some patches bearing the name of the place.
Given that I had not yet acquired my token artifact for college backpack I returned to the counter to get one and stood next to two guys who were waiting at the register ready to order their murky ales. When the hip girl came back she addressed me first asking what I needed. I said i'd like a patch but that those guys were there before me. She said ok but not to worry about those guys because they came in all the time and could wait for a true guest. "yeah, don't worry about us who come to your place every night and give you money. Help the stranger" they heckled. While conflicted I took advantage of the hospitality without remorse.
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