I once told my friend that you had to have a certain amount of douchebag in you to religiously drink at Starbucks. (At least in Toronto, it seems.) And because of this belief, I avoid Starbucks like the plague. Today, their location was just convenient (big shocker, huh) and so I figured, why not? I haven't had a bad experience lately.
So I went to Starbucks at around 9am to grab a coffee before I walked home. I had just dropped my son off at daycare, and was looking forward to spending a quiet day at home with a book, since I'm not working.
I was wearing my red sweatpants, and my red hoodie, with my white winter coat and my hair tied back, and these permanent bags under my eyes. I'm certainly not dressed to impress, but who gives a fuck? My outfit just screamed SOCCERMOM
Ahead of me in the line are two girls, and about three other people ahead of them. Whilst I'm minding my own business one of the girls turned around, looked me from head to toe, and then gave me the most vicious high-school-prom-queen sneer and said "Wow, nice pants." Her friend laughed. Clearly her intentions were to maim my self consciousness or something, but I'm someone who's heard it all and couldn't give less of a fuck. But what a dampner on my supposed to be awesome day. Had I walked into some highschool movie?
So, I nodded slowly, and told her "Yeah, you know, with the exception of the green aprons the employees wear, I'm the only fucking splash of color in this place. Why do you all look the same?"
She gave me that snobby scoff, turned away and didn't say anything. Although I imagine I would have received some death glare or something while I was ordering my teeny tiny yet over priced coffee. I was right though. Everyone in that place was dressed head to toe in black.
Black calf-length boots, black leggings, blacks skirts/pants, long black coats, black scarves, black gloves. Even the guys were no different. All sporting the long coats and black scarves, drinking Americanos. Look, I'm kinky, I understand black is sexy, but its not the only color out there. I wear lots of black, and I'm trying to thin out the greyscale in my wardrobe slowly.
But this neverending snobbish and stereotypically egotistical attitude I get from people when I go to Starbucks is fucking ridiculous. I feel like I need to get dolled up to fit in, and that ain't right.
So next time, I'll just backtrack the block or two and hit the crowded Tim Horton's or the CoffeeTime. I may run into a few transients, but at least they don't judge me. I'll get an XL coffee, for 50 cents cheaper, and probably learn a thing or two about alien abductions, jesus or war from the locals. They're a whole heckuva lot nicer anyways.
So I went to Starbucks at around 9am to grab a coffee before I walked home. I had just dropped my son off at daycare, and was looking forward to spending a quiet day at home with a book, since I'm not working.
I was wearing my red sweatpants, and my red hoodie, with my white winter coat and my hair tied back, and these permanent bags under my eyes. I'm certainly not dressed to impress, but who gives a fuck? My outfit just screamed SOCCERMOM
Ahead of me in the line are two girls, and about three other people ahead of them. Whilst I'm minding my own business one of the girls turned around, looked me from head to toe, and then gave me the most vicious high-school-prom-queen sneer and said "Wow, nice pants." Her friend laughed. Clearly her intentions were to maim my self consciousness or something, but I'm someone who's heard it all and couldn't give less of a fuck. But what a dampner on my supposed to be awesome day. Had I walked into some highschool movie?
So, I nodded slowly, and told her "Yeah, you know, with the exception of the green aprons the employees wear, I'm the only fucking splash of color in this place. Why do you all look the same?"
She gave me that snobby scoff, turned away and didn't say anything. Although I imagine I would have received some death glare or something while I was ordering my teeny tiny yet over priced coffee. I was right though. Everyone in that place was dressed head to toe in black.
Black calf-length boots, black leggings, blacks skirts/pants, long black coats, black scarves, black gloves. Even the guys were no different. All sporting the long coats and black scarves, drinking Americanos. Look, I'm kinky, I understand black is sexy, but its not the only color out there. I wear lots of black, and I'm trying to thin out the greyscale in my wardrobe slowly.
But this neverending snobbish and stereotypically egotistical attitude I get from people when I go to Starbucks is fucking ridiculous. I feel like I need to get dolled up to fit in, and that ain't right.
So next time, I'll just backtrack the block or two and hit the crowded Tim Horton's or the CoffeeTime. I may run into a few transients, but at least they don't judge me. I'll get an XL coffee, for 50 cents cheaper, and probably learn a thing or two about alien abductions, jesus or war from the locals. They're a whole heckuva lot nicer anyways.
