Welcome To The PTA Coffee House

Yes, its a sad state of affairs for me. I am sitting here trying to work on a project that just won't die. I was going to this coffee shop by work. Day in, day out. Got to know everyone there. A hip little joint, lots of college kids, just a cool fun place to work. It's called flightpath. A nice place good coffee and just a nice atmosphere to work in.

Well, as time passed, I got tired of going there everyday, but I kept going anyway trying to get this project done. I am nearing the end of the project when I went to the convience store right by my house to pick up a pepsi and low and behold a new coffee shop opened up not 3 blocks from my house. What's more... It's been in business for 6 months and I never noticed it.

So tonight's the first night at Kenny's Coffee Company. I fuckin roll up in here and it's calm, cool and collected. Jazzy kinda shit is playing, the sun is shining, birds are chirping. I am still feeling sick but I am slopping code out and just doing fine when, WHAM!!! The fucking PTA (or some other coven of middle-aged uber soccer moms) roll-up in a calvalcade of SUV's and mini-vans. There must be a full gaggle of them. I am not sure how many a gaggle is but my god there are alot.

So far I have heard how well Sophia is doing in school. How little Tommy is having trouble and it's the teachers fault (bitch, if you were at home helping little Tommy with his math instead of sitting on your fat Wal-Mart ass bitching and sipping lattes he might improve). I have also heard about how Bill is a jerk and she might divorce him. How the bond election is going and way way way more freakin information than I ever needed to know.

I have never had this experience of being privy to 14 conversations at the same time about umpteen billion children and to tell you the truth its a little disturbing. I am not saying I am scarred for life or that I object to getting married and having kids (completely) but, if this is what marriage and children is all about, shove that mini-van full of soccer balls up your ass.

Frankly, this coffee shop might not work out. For one, I drink alot of coffee. 4-5 cups a day. About a pound of sugar with light cream. That in combination with almost 30 cigarettes a day means I will live about 18 more minutes. As far as the smoking situtation I have heard three curtesy coughs so far and I have only gone out to smoke twice in 2 hours. I love those kind of subtle hints... "Your smoke is bothering me," bitch your mini-van is taking up two spots and that's a diaper bag not a combination, first aid kit, diaper bag, pharmacy and purse.

Well, back to work. I will bitch more later.

Mike P