To Defend Ones Honor!

I’m at Biggby Coffee, which recently had to change its name from Beaner’s Coffee, because Beaner is apparently a racist term. I completely blame my old roommate for this. She (being from California) was so excited by the name that she took a picture to send to her friends. I am imagining that picture traveling throughout all of California until it hit someone who would be upset.

Someone whispered into Biggby’s ear and wanting to avoid legal action the company changed its name. The problem is I liked the name Beaner’s much better then Biggby, and why should the racism of California effect was all? Yes, there are a lot of Mexicans in your state, get over it. Oh, and while I’m at it I could say something to Europe, but that doesn’t impact the name of my coffee shop. Europe, so what if your ‘modern’ world is taken over by Islam. Kidding. It’s been your fear for so long, and it hasn’t happened yet.

Will I every really have a relationship? I want to send out the warning to everyone. This guy was flirting with me, because I was doing the lip thing (I rub my upper lip over my nose when my nose is uncomfortable.) So the guy across from me thinks I am flirting with him. (Really I need to stop doing the lip thing.) He starts flirting with me. So after a while I decide to tell (on my computer screen ) that I have Schizoaffective Bipolar disorder, (Why can’t I stop doing the lip thing.) and I am really paranoid and I am taking medication. He says, “Schizoaffective Bipolar is in a different font then the rest. (I always look it up because it is hard to spell.) You are a liar. I wonder what medication they have for that?” He always shows up at the same time on the same day, so I am thinking next week to bring my box of Zyprexa Zydis, and discretely put it by me. Maybe I will bring all my medication and take it early. Because how dare he say I, “I” am lying about my illness. You try to spell Schizoaffective Bipolar.

So I will have to wait a weak, and carry my medication along with me. Then he will see. HA. I will have the last laugh.

I cannot believe I didn’t notice the font thing. I am an artist!

I was so caught up and showing this dude who was clearly flirting with me to make me uncomfortable, come on he just kept on staring right at me and licking his lips. I guess he figured that because I didn’t leave when he winked at me I was fine with him flirting with me. I wasn’t going to leave my comfortable seat! Maybe he was trying to get me to leave.

So it is settled. Next week, I bring all my medications. I line them out and say, “I normally don’t take these until night, but if you want me to I will take them now.” Sting. Or should I be discrete?

Anyway, I set myself up something to look forward to, and with minimal cost to myself. What do I care if some dude thinks I am a liar? All I care about is my honor, which I am getting a chance to prove. I think Zyprexa will do it.