It was a busy bustling morning in the big city, take River Roast coffee shop for example. Behind the counter a crack team of baristas work tirelessly and feverishly, crafting bitter hot wake up juice, ridiculously overcomplicated custom drinks and the odd seasonal beverages and pastry that’s not quite stale yet. On the other side of the counter a line stretches to the door consisting of coffee run interns, consummate professionals, trendy hipsters, the odd overworked mom just looking for a hit of java between her busy morning of errands and all sorts of others. Most people took the caffeine and ran as soon as their order was ready but there were some who lingered. Like the out of work creatives slaving over a laptop in pursuit of a screenplay that would change everything. Or the coffee snobs who sat around just talking about their favorite bitter potion. And unfortunately, a Karen who refused to step away from the pickup area until the poor worker trapped there fully understood just how much his barely perceptible, subjective mistake had ruined seemingly everything, how she wouldn’t accept such a careless mistake and how he needed to do better.
A familiar scene of adulthood to be sure, now how shall we change it? Or better yet, who in it shall we change?
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