So I'm at Starbears today chatting with
pseudocub1 and
ricksf who are seated on the bench. On the other side of the concrete column is my Starbears pal, Chuck. Chuck asks the guy on the other side of him if he could scoot the table over a bit so that they both could use it. The guy says nothing. Chuck moves the table, and they get into an argument. Next thing you know, a full grande-sized cup of the medium-bodied Kenya roast, prized for its bright and refreshing acidity, is being thrown at Chuck. The coffee also hits
ricksf.
Chuck starts screaming at the guy and drags him inside and calls the police. Chuck is drenched. Highly unlikely, it seems that
ricksf is also a bit wet behind the ears. He is now wearing coffee-flavored flannel. That would seem to start a new fashion trend, but it turns out the coffee was decaf. DECAF! Definitely a fashion don't.
Three cops show up, take statements (from
ricksf, too, who Steve said was a "wetness for the prosecution"), and basically say "kiss and make up." Such drama!
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Three cops show up, take statements (from
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