I spy...

I'm sitting at the Starbucks on Chamblee Dunwoody next to the Goldberg's and here is what I see.

A very skinny lady where very tight pants that make her ass look like she's wearing a diaper. If it wasn't for her seemingly young age I would think that maybe she was. But maybe it's laundry day and all she had left were big granny panties?

2 adorable old ladies eating their fancy beverages with whipped topping and all like ice cream cones.

A table full of business types with large portfolios and Prada purses.

Mothers with screaming children. I dislike kids.

A man sleeping. Yep, sleeping in a big easy chair. I hope he doesn't have anywhere to be any time soon.

A blond lady on her lap top. She could be working but more than likely downloading porn.

From my vantage point I see a hipster couple, a bald man reading the paper, a creepy dude pacing around outside.

Then there's me, sitting in the corner drinking my passion iced tea feeling embarassed because I ordered a small instead of saying "tall."