My name is Brad. I am a writer, I am awkward in social situations, and I spend a lot of time in coffee shops trying to escape all of the terribly distracting things I find at home (video games, movies, tv, cats, comics, vitamin water, robots, etc.). I rotate amongst local coffee shops throughout the week so that no single location becomes too familiar with my presence. Spending any appreciable amount of time in one place is bound to make you privy to the occasional odd situation, but I have come to believe that coffee shops are breeding grounds for weird. The following is my account of the wonderfully weird and horribly awkward situations I have encountered.

Trampy Mother Knows Best.

There were two girls discussing their various piercings and how their families reacted.  As I was walking past, I caught this key bit of conversation:

Miss Robinson: My mom didn’t want me to get a bellybutton piercing.  She said she’d love for me to have one if I had the stomach for it, but I don’t.

Though I was on my way out, I’m sure she probably added that her mother thought she had an excellent lower back and should probably get some sort of Asian symbol tattooed over her ass.  That or a thigh tiger.  A thighger.

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1. Drew April 20, 2009 7:02 am

   Which is much more preferable than a forehead giraffe, a foraffe. (best I could do).