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starbucks coffee card collectors are the most creepily depraved people i've come across.

the baristas are among the nicest, most normal people i've ever worked with. they take time to talk to you when they mop the floor or wipe the tables. there's this one barista who's actually a DJ at a club who, on his off hours, takes time to talk to me when i'm waiting in line. of course, it's always a short conversation, or a stolen one when i'm with a friend or on my computer, but it's a real one, nonetheless. he likes nine inch nails and travels downtown by skateboard and actually moved from out east to experience chicago on his own. he likes macs. he thinks they're the best investment anyone can own. he owns an ibook and can't get enough of itunes. ahahaha.

but coffee card collectors? absolutely depraved. they like email. they abuse it to pester you until you've released a card. that card over there, the coffee cherries one? released in this city yesterday. i've announced it to a yahoogroups on who wants to trade, and there's this american trader who really, really wants 20 of those right away.

"what's wrong with u.s. traders?" he quipped. like some dude at a club when you've already said NO.

nothing, there is nothing wrong with you u.s. dudes, whatever shade of green you may be, except that "you already live here. it's just a matter of time when the cards come to your city." my goal is not speed, it's variety.

whereas, have you tried trading with someone from halfway around the globe? goodness, i tell ya. this is why coffee is so painfully easy to procure in these here shores: the caribbean, south american, asian and african lands can't refuse your top dollar. and you can't get enough of them blends. you let caffein take over your veins. it is midday, get a grip, will you.  ¶ 8/24/2005 06:23:00 PM