Alright, I will be the first to admit that this post may be fuelled by my passive aggressive feelings towards everyone surrounding me currently. But, nonetheless, after spending three/four afternoons a week in Starbucks for the past six months I feel like I have earned the right to comment on the behaviour of my fellow coffee-loving, laptop-wielding, studious companions.
As a disclaimer I should say that for the most part I have had nothing but pleasant interactions with the people who occupy the second floor of the Starbucks in Brighton, but seriously, there are some people who were never meant to be in public unsupervised.
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