Stream of consciousness

A stream of consciousness walks into Starbucks, pauses briefly at the end of line, waiting patiently to order, but it seems so cold in this room and the prices are a bit too high I have to wonder if it is a good idea to come here, is the pricing even fair or reasonable? Yet it is the only place this client is ever willing to meet to discuss the details of their social media campaign, as if it makes a difference where we meet, and I can't help but wonder why we can't meet in the library where the homeless people hang out, I like them a lot, they have stories; I think a Grande Veranda pour-over might be nice or even a doppio but the prices--goodness--can't they do more with coupons? I don't think I've ever seen a Starbucks coupon or discount; rarified stuff, ambrosia; am I being scammed? So much hand-lettered chalk signage and who does it all? Moving forward two spots now, someone gave up on the line and left, heck yeah! Where's my friend...no, client, not a friend, a client. Can a client be a friend, my pants itch, free wifi, lofi, hifi, whyaskwhyfi, there's something to be said for their business model and those white paper cups, and I don't think they hire people without tattoos anymore; I'm not sure anyone doesn't have tattoos anymore, do they throw out their coffee every hour? But free refills for gold card members I might give up on Starbucks ah time to order, fantastic, what do I want.