2 pricks at my coffee shop...

The weather is finally cooling off a tad bit, and the outdoor patios at restaurants and coffee shops are in full swing at the moment. People can't get enough of the cool breezes and the perfect temperature to enjoy a lovely beverage or a meal. It is a small pleasure in life, but I see many people participating in it as if it were their last day on earth. An iced mocha with a dollop of whipped cream would do the trick in the final days on this planet.

Right now there are two pricks arguing next to me. The smallish man is pointing a finger at the tall woman. They are really getting heated and it it is nearly impossible for me to make sense of the plot in this novel. I am only on chapter three, but my concentration has been snapped by these two imbeciles. While they sip their tall iced coffees, their voices continue to raise to a very high crescendo. People are now looking at them--perhaps wondering why they needed to make a scene on such a beautiful day. Don't these people have any sense of decency? Why not just go back to the car and argue inside of it with the windows closed? This would make a lot more sense to me and save the ears of those innocent ones around them. Small pleasures can sometimes be ruined by idiotic people who deliberately take their problems to public places. Their minutiae ought to be solved in the privacy of their own basement.