People live shitty lives, because people are afraid to live, because people are afraid to die.
Why you ask?
I don’t know. Death is a certainty. We aren’t afraid of five o’clock. It will happen; I have no control over it. Five will come and go. The sun will set and again in the morning. We will die.
With this knowledge I have come to realize that I want to live to do the things I like doing.
NOT waiting in a fucking line.
NOT taking part in the most pitiful thing in existence; the queue.
Picture this:
Birth
Wait
Wait
Wait some more for school to start.
Wait in line for acceptance.
Wait for the bus, the mark, next year, this, that.
Rinse and repeat a few more times for high school, university, blah, blah.
Wait for job
Wait for money
Wait for spouse, house, more money, kids, and a divorce
Wait to retire
Now take a break
Go to the hospital for a hip replacement
But you’re fucked
You’re broken.
Wait to die
Die
Wait for morons figure out you did in fact die.
Wait for a funeral.
Then wait for the fucking worms to eat you.
Wait
Wait
Wait
In
A
Fucking
Line
Into heaven?
So dare I say; “fuck it!”?
I do, so fuck it. I will not wait in line for a coffee.
I apologize, if that wasn’t funny. I am extremely grateful for the excellent service you and your employees provide (James*). There is one thing starbucks does well; its coffee. Not something in the following form:
[size]+[liquid base]+[infinite additives].
I would gladly wait if there was a mile long line for coffee, but there isn’t, there are 50 people waiting in line for liquid candy.
