I am in a super "alt" coffee shop in Walla Walla right now and I want to drop a small nuke on the entire block. This place is filled with rediculous alternative kids who consider themselves different and unique despite the fact that they all dress the same way and talk about the same exact things. Before entering this place I would have figured you could only make fun of your parents for so long before it got boring, but these kids with their tight jeans and eyeshadow can bitch about parental control until the earth splits at the seams and the Morningstar rises from the rift to claim the souls of all earthly sinners. The saddest sight isn't even the "alt" kids, its their twentysomething lackeys that somehow missed the college/military/career boat and are stuck making iced chais for a bunch of fourteen year-olds and they are loving every minute of it. I just saw a female Bon Marche' employee who was at least five years older and 40 pounds heavier than I am say the words "toats" and "outie" in one sentence while the alt kids blankly stared at her. Hopefully they were thinking about how sad the situation was because then the whole room would have been on my dark wavelength, sitting on my couch in the corner judging everyone in the room. I highly doubt it though. These alt kids are surprising welcoming to anyone who doesn't treat them like little shits despite their little shit behavior. I guess if you and your friends are loud and obnoxious and you find someone who is also loud and obnoxious but can also buy you booze, you'd probably let her hang out with you even though it kind of bugs you that her eyeshadow is always running on her cheeks from her daily lunchbreak cry session where she realizes that eating half a pizza for lunch and washing it down with a milkshake probably isn't putting her on the fast track to settling down with a family.
The coffee here sucks too.
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