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Today’s Word is… STARBUCKS

When I had heard the story about the men arrested in Starbucks, I had 3 thoughts; First, white people are entirely too comfortable calling the police. We should just treat the police like the mob that they are. You don’t call Frankie the Butcher to move a sofa. You call for a noise complaint next thing you know someone is getting shot 15 times because they thought a remote was a gun. Two, everyone who has ever had a retail or service job knows that the solution is always to provide great service. If the manager was so concerned with these nigg…loiterers in her store she should’ve went and asked them if they needed anything. This isn’t a liquor store or a bank, it’s a fucking Starbucks; thugs don’t sip macchiatos, there was nothing to fear in this situation. The men most likely would’ve explained that they was waiting on a third party and also read the temperature of the room and ordered something which brings me ultimately to my third point, black men are very much aware of your discomfort around them.

One of my favorite T.I. songs is a track off his second album (and the first we cared about) called Doin My Job. It was something I hadn’t really heard before, a pragmatic view on dope dealing. No grand tales about “Papi” or the money, the cars or the jewels. It was, look I don’t wanna be here any more than you want me here but I got bills. A sentiment that anyone can understand. I mean sure drug dealing is still very illegal but hey there’s a demand, he’s a supply. He won’t bother you, don’t bother him. He’s just doing my job. It’s the overall sentiment of being a black man living in America, we don’t wanna be here as much as you don’t want us here but we here and got shit to do. Leave us be.

Even for dudes who willingly went to Starbucks I refuse to believe that their black spidey sense wouldn’t had kicked in if approached. There are plenty of times where I subconsciously try to make myself less intimidating. I smile in the elevator, I slow my pace if I’m walking behind you, might cross a street, take off my hood…I get that I’m a stranger. I get that discomfort. There are plenty of places where I feel uncomfortable around a bunch of white people especially as a lifelong Bostonian, like Fenway Park after a crushing loss. Or after a thrilling win. Southie. Anywhere Martin Scorsese or Ben Affleck made a movie. About 85% of pubs. The 2am train. Championship parades. And apparently, Starbucks.

You know who is most aware of the only black person in the room? The black person. Most likely trying to survive the situation making as little waves as possible and don’t need you and especially not the police to intervene. (For what it’s worth, I would’ve gotten something, I don’t have a dream I can loiter in a bland coffeeshop without purchase, go to a library.)

[Editor’s Note 4/19/18 2:00pm: I had thought they were at least posted up for a bit, but no she called the cops within 2 whole ass minutes. Is this 1964? Was there a whites only sign that they missed? 120 seconds and you lose your mind? Fucking white people man.]

I assure you white people, black people really aren’t worried about your ass, we just doing our job.

-Stan-

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Today’s Word is… COFFEE

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I remember my first sip of alcohol, my first pair of Jordans, my first fight, my first kiss, my first time, hell even the first time I cursed.  Yet I don’t remember one of the most critical times in my life, the first time I had coffee. Well, I remember vaguely one day my mother asking “since when did you drink coffee?” and suddenly as I got up for school and she for work there was more coffee in pot to account for me.  When there wasn’t, there was a Dunkin Donuts down the street from my high school and I would take the bus 3 stops past the school and get cup and walk back up.  I don’t remember how or when I started but one morning I drank coffee and have ever since.  I was closer to 16-17, while these days I see kids who cant be older than 12 in coffee shops getting their fix.  They’re an obnoxious rag tag bunch,  already hyper to the point I don’t see how serving them caffeine is not unlike giving a heavily intoxicated person more alcohol.  In a perfect world the Soup Nazi would be at the register to declare “NO COFFEE FOR YOU” and send them on their way.  Better yet, the Soup Nazi could go ahead and get rid of the rest of these people on my worst people at the coffee shop.

– Anyone who wants to discuss race with their barista

– Any barista who wants to discuss race with their customer

– The One who is so late for work he’s going to spend 15 minutes in line complaining about being in line

– The Intern who has to get 15 different orders for the whole office

– The “Lemme Get Uhhhhhhh….”

– The One who is completely oblivious that their drink is dripping

– The Employee who clearly heard you say half ice and gives you full anyway

– The One who doesnt say thank you when you hold open the door

– The One who doesnt actually like coffee so they get whipped cream and syrup on top like its a damn Sundae

– Anyone under 18 who doesnt work there

– The one who will pronounce Espresso with an Ex and you will like it 

– The One who orders Decaf with splenda and dairy free cream…why are you here?

– The Starbucks barista who corrects you when you say Medium. Asshole.

– The One who is there because their friend works there

– The One who remembers their 7th cup free card because I never do

– The One who wants to make small talk when its clear I havent had my coffee yet

– The One who gets an iced coffee when its -12°

– The One who pays with a handful of change from the car

– The One who pays and then remembers they have a coupon

– The One who never throws away the paper from the straw

– The One who could support their local library but insists on hanging out at Starbucks

– The One on their phone they dont realize the other register is open until a second before the person behind them tries to go order and they then cut that person off……wait that’s me. Welp.

-Stan-

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