|Jezizzz. The place is packed.
I forgot that all the school-aged brats would be piled in. There's a ton of them.
A couple of dudes working on their resumes.
Three chicas doing the IM from one machine.
Creepy assed Brad, slobbering on a web cam of some chick.
(You know, from where I sit, most porn looks like those pictures of the aliens in "Repo Man")
Damn... People are sooo dumb...
Guy.:Yeah, I'm here for my computer
Me: ok, what's your name?
Guy: Foey Jranklin
Me: (checks list) I don't see your name.
Guy: I didn't give it to him.
Me: You have to give us your name to make a reservation
Guy: yeah, when is gonna be back, is he off for the day?
Me: No, he's on break, but he didn't sign you up.
Guy: (Getting Shitty) I know, I just thought he might have made a notation or something.
Me: A notation would have been your name written down in this reservation book. (Points to page with no notation for Foey Jranklin)
Guy ( stands...huffs)
lord deliver me from the banal evil of the teeming masses yearning to get online.