Conversations With Random Strangers

This morning, while getting my daily coffee at the coffee shop, I had the following conversation with a large burly man.

Chelle: I’m sorry, I’m standing right in your way (I was blocking the regular coffee pot).
Burly Man: No, you’re fine; I’m going for the frou-frou coffee.
Chelle: Ah.
Burly Man: Drinking frou-frou coffee doesn’t make me any less of a man.
Chelle: Well, of course not.
Burly Man: Besides, I put it in a dirty cup.
Chelle: Yes, well, that would suck the frou-frou right out of it.

That conversation, by the way, is totally indicative of the characters residing in my community and the main reason why I can never move; normal people bore me now.