Recently, I was illogically happy to find a non-starbucky cafe in downtown Sac w/ free wi-fi, free jazz, and fre-aks behind the counter. Okay, couple of dudes w/ gauged out ears and a goth girl. Felt like a little bit of the Bay Area in my new/old hometown.

Seemingly "deviant" dresscode aside, seriously, I live in Mall-landia, so finding any independent buisness w/ actual customer service is a rarity. And tell me when's the last time you dragged your tired ass into a chain java house and they took the time to suggest what you might need? My involuntary yawning at the counter yielded a helpful recommendation: "Citrus infused oolong? Aromatic, not too much caffeine?"

I know, I'm tripping on a bag of tea, but swear to god I got better attention to my well-being there than the last time I saw my doctor. "Wham bam thank you ma'am! Another patient out in less than 10 minutes!" Fricking jiffy lube approach to healthcare. I know I've used that carshop analogy earlier, but it still works, people.


Wow, my brain was at 50% when I first wrote this