Starbucks Rumble
No one knows how these things get started, but they never end well. I could tell there would be trouble when I pulled into the parking lot. The mix of Lexus and Infiniti’s interlaced with Yaris’s and Civics spelled trouble. The local Starbucks was packed this morning, but I was lucky to get one of the comfy, cushy chairs in the corner. But I was surrounded by trouble. At the big table were the corporate suits; about twelve business people who looked to be having a social slash business gathering while sipping the Venti. Not far away were the punk, Goth group sporting the latest in nose ring apparel and covered in ink. Before I knew what was happening, the tension grew and the verbal jabs where flying back and forth.
“You couldn’t spell Standard & Poor's 500 Index Fund if I spotted you the 500” yelled the guy in the three piece.
“My dog has better ink than you, pencil neck” barked the woman with black lipstick and a pierced lip. How she knew the man had a butterfly tattoo on his ankle I’ll never know.
“Oh yea, is your portfolio setup for the sub prime mortgage fallout pal, or didn’t you think of that when talking with your investment advisor” screamed the woman in the pants suit.
“Hey Wal-Mart called, they want their suit back” shouted the guy with the barbed wire tattoo around his neck. The room fell silent with a collective "Ohhh".
Fortunately there was a gang of about six retirees separating the two groups, and they where able to bring up the sensibility of both sides maintaining a solid 401K portfolio because Social Security may not be around when either side retirees. Calm was restored.
Actually none of this happened. The three different groups where tightly crammed into the Starbucks, and I was tucked away into my comfy, cushy chair in the corner, but everyone got along just fine. As I was reading the article today in the NY Times about the horrible school shootings in Afghanistan, I realized how wonderful this country is; where so many people of disparate points of view, agree to disagree, and we all love the Venti.
“You couldn’t spell Standard & Poor's 500 Index Fund if I spotted you the 500” yelled the guy in the three piece.
“My dog has better ink than you, pencil neck” barked the woman with black lipstick and a pierced lip. How she knew the man had a butterfly tattoo on his ankle I’ll never know.
“Oh yea, is your portfolio setup for the sub prime mortgage fallout pal, or didn’t you think of that when talking with your investment advisor” screamed the woman in the pants suit.
“Hey Wal-Mart called, they want their suit back” shouted the guy with the barbed wire tattoo around his neck. The room fell silent with a collective "Ohhh".
Fortunately there was a gang of about six retirees separating the two groups, and they where able to bring up the sensibility of both sides maintaining a solid 401K portfolio because Social Security may not be around when either side retirees. Calm was restored.
Actually none of this happened. The three different groups where tightly crammed into the Starbucks, and I was tucked away into my comfy, cushy chair in the corner, but everyone got along just fine. As I was reading the article today in the NY Times about the horrible school shootings in Afghanistan, I realized how wonderful this country is; where so many people of disparate points of view, agree to disagree, and we all love the Venti.
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9:30 AM
1 Comments:
That's the recipe all countries need to apply - have an open mind, have the discriminating power between right and wrong (not just blindly follow your religion or superiors) AND (not OR) HAVE GOOD VENTI. Better the Venti, better the output.
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