So.  It's time to play the game where I photograph people acting like complete brats at the coffee shop, and then we take a moment to shame them for their actions, and justice is done.

I submit to you:

"I'm, like, saving it fir someone."

Now, to begin with, she's wearing leggings, so we are already not off to a good start.  But, more importantly, today is one of the wettest days of the winter thus far.  The temperature has crept above freezing for the first time in about a week and a half, and outside is slush city.  Grey deep icy puddles of undisclosed depth spot the roads and sidewalks.  Crusts of blackened snow cling to the greenery, trying to pull up and away from the radiating warmth of the pavement.  

If you were to give a two word weather report for today, those words would be wet & gross.

And here is Kelly, ears plugged into her phone which is plugged into her computer which is plugged into her white privilege.  And she's decided that while she grooves to the tunes and surfs the free wifi, it would be best if her "so-hip-right-now" moon boots rested on top of the seat next to her.  You know, so the dirt and sand and water and dog-shit can more easily remove itself from her sweet boots and attach themselves to some unsuspecting strangers butt later on.  This is not your god damn living room girl.  You're just lucky I got talked out of yanking that chair right out from under you.
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In other unbelievable inane news, this story was on the nbcnews front page this morning:

Can't win: Husbands who do 'her' chores have less sex, says study