Knitting in Starbucks...really?

The picture above is me after the horrific experience I am about to share with you.

Heres the story. I went to Hemet CA a couple weeks ago to visit. On the way out of town I realized I needed to desperately get on the internet. I thought

"Hey what an amazing idea; stop in a Starbucks in Hemet and use the wifi access".

That was a horrible idea. Not only is Hemet full of crack head zombies, but it is also full of people that think they know all of your business. Thats probably the worst thing on this planet, people that think they know everything your doing when in actuality they only know your name. So I drive down Florida ave (which is a poor excuse for a main street) and head to the nearest Starbucks. Once I get out of my car the ridiculousness begins.

I head for the front door and out of the corner of my eye I see someone that looks familiar. I dont really pay attention to her because I frankly dont care. I go inside Starbucks and pull out my laptop and zone out all of the toothless, homeless, smells like cat piss people. Im doing my thing and all of a sudden that same person catches my eye. WHAT COULD THIS BE? Some chick that is in her early 20's (not going to name who) sits down in front of me and has a bag full of knitting supplies. I thought this was a joke at first, but she proved me wrong.

She pulls out her knitting sticks and multi-colored yarn and goes to town.

Out of my peripheral vision I had to stare. Who sits down in Starbucks for the evening to use some knitting sticks to make a multi-colored scarf in June? I mean REALLY?

So it goes on.

While she is ferociously kniting her obviously useful scarf, this chick has not broke her stare...her stare at me that is. She is knitting and starring,knitting and starring. I knew what she wanted. She wanted just a glimpse...a glimpse of eye contact to start a conversation...and I was not going to give it to her. The battle of awkwardness had began.

NO THANK YOU.

I starred at my laptop while she starred at me. This went on and on for about 20 mintues. Right when I thought this awkward situation was going to subside, it thickened. In walks this chicks mom. Yes. you read that right. In walks this chicks mom...wearing her very own genuine knitted beret multi-color and all. I couldnt believe my eyes...where do these people come from?

So there I was, obviously not getting done what I went to Starbucks to do because I was so distracted my the knitting, the homemade beret, knitting needles, yarn and 2 people starring at me with their creepy smerks.

The moral of this story? Dont go to Starbucks in Hemet because you will need therapy for the next 10 years.