So I finally redeemed my coupon for free Tim Horton’s coffee. I went at off-peak hours and nobody laughed. OK, I’m over it.
But as I was approaching the counter at the Tim Horton’s kiosk in the Promenades de la Cathédrale, some stupid hipster chick with her emo glasses, pockety canvas shoulder bag, and tattoos of stars behind her ears cut in front of me. It wasn’t like there was ambiguity in our positioning or anything – she just came up from behind and deked around me to get to the counter first.
And get this: she was carrying a coffee from Starbucks.
So she puts the Starbucks coffee on the counter and looks up at the menu. She thinks for a while, and then initiates a long and complicated discussion with the bored-looking counter girl.
After what seems like hours, the counter girl takes a bagel from the racks and hands it off to the prep dork. She rings it up on the cash register while the stupid hipster pulls a purple wallet out of her bag and starts to sift around for change. The hipster counts out a couple of dollars worth of nickels, dimes, and quarters, pausing occasionally to take a coin back from the counter girl’s hand and replace it with something else. By now a few glaciers have melted and the counter girl is nearing retirement. I’m still standing behind her thumbing my free coffee coupon, worried about its expiry date.
The hipster pays, but doesn’t even stand aside while waiting for her bagel. So I have to reach around her to pass my coupon to the counter girl, who pours and caps my free coffee in about six seconds flat. I glare at the stupid hipster but she is oblivious, just standing there in front of the cash register starting at the donut displays and listening to her iPod.
Stupid idiot hipster. It’s bad enough to be rude, but when you’re both rude and oblivious you’re nothing but a train wreck of a personality. And talk about a slowness disaster – she’s a combination of Barge and Fussyburger; a Turtle Hazard in the making.