I’m currently sitting at the laptop bar at the 67th Street Starbucks.
On my left are two kids sitting across from one another, they can’t be more than… nine years old?
The boy is on a MacBook Pro looking at a $229 futon bunk bed frame while the girl — his sister, maybe? she’s wearing an Abercrombie & Fitch sweatshirt, skinny jeans, and using a pink Sony Vaio, by the way — is sitting across from him. Both of them have one hand idly striking the “down” key on their keyboards. They both have their other elbows on the table, propping their respective heads up in their free hands.
Beside the girl is a half-empty bottle of Izzie sparkling black cherry soda and the remains of some kind of muffin on a sheet of wax paper.
A few minutes ago, I overhear:
Boy: If I may ask, what are you drinking?
Girl: A sparkling black cherry Izzie soda.
Boy: If you don’t mind my saying…BLAGH!
A few minutes later, the boy goes:
“My God, I hate this computer so much, it’s so slow.”
He then googled “red lacquer desk.” He found one listed at $45,000 but eventually went back to searching Google Images for pictures of anime characters. Then he got bored with that, closed his computer, and whipped out his iPhone.
What the fuck, world?
