In Starbucks this morning as per the daily grind (no pun intended... ok, maybe a little) and I'm waiting for my barista to make my latte. All of a sudden I hear this man sitting at one of the first tables talking at an unusually high volume, so I nonchalantly gaze over my shoulder to analyze the situation more closely. Turns out, it's this large black man (maybe about 50 pounds shy from acutally resembling Big Black from Rob & Big). He's sitting at this table with one of those old school tape players/recorders, microphone and all. He's talking, well yelling, into the microphone having conversations as if he is on the telephone then stopping the tape and replaying the conversation but fast forwarding and rewinding through the playback sporadically.
It was as if he was imagining to be in a hide out van working for the FBI. He was saying things like, "Alright man well keep my posted, I'm on standby". But then the next moment/next conversation recorded would be like, "Hey buddy happy fucking new year, here we go again, right?".
It was simply gold, I sat back and read my newspaper and watched from afar as the next grouping of people waiting for their drinks tried to analyze what exactly was happening.
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sometimes i wish you had a video recorder so i could see this shit.
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