Occupy.....Starbucks

So the Army has this wonderful idea of making these mandatory online courses. Problem is, internet around the living tents SUCKS. But Starbucks has GREAT internet. So, i go and start my courses. 5 days later, i've finished my courses but have found that i pretty much live there. save myself the effort, i should move my locker and bed down here and leave to go to PT formation. The Venti Caramel Latte is on the verge of being renamed. And then i discovered the White Mocha. this sin in a cup is NOT good. it tastes delicious, but is of the devil. You drink it knowing that you are headed down a bad path. and then you order another and another. All this time online has led me to the phenomenon of Battle Pirates. Basically the bastard offspring of Command & Conquer and POTC (Pirates of The Caribbean). So with all this time spent at Starbucks, my family thought it genius to send their son gift cards for Christmas. ANYWHERE else in the world, awesome idea, perfectly executed. However. the ONE starbucks that i have in my AO, doesn't accept them. "The one downtown does" says the barista. WTF?!?! I can't GET "downtown" and he says downtown all nonchalantly as if i was in LA by the Colosseum and a tourist asked me where the Staples Center is. THAT is downtown. like a couple miles away. NOT 4 HRS away!

Its illegal to walk in the road on post. Do it and you're slapped with a $25 ticket. I'd frame that! But its odd. what is the street? The street is very different than the sidewalk, mind you. The sidewalk is DIRT or SAND with some rocks. the street, on the other hand, is vastly different: It's gravel, with some dirt and sand. Easy. no confusion. Roger. Tracking. Horse puckey! you start out on the "sidewalk" and then BAM! you're in the middle of the road. its like Doc Brown altered the Space-Time continuum and you shifted grid squares.

So, this medic is bored. fortunately the CO signed my Tuition Assistance paper so i can go to REAL college and the legitimately need starbucks just to stay awake. On a side note. its interesting, that we make fun of the beret wearing starbucks patrons and in a strange twist, we ARE beret wearing (not as much anymore) patrons. Only difference, we're trained killers, not haiku writing pansies who wouldn't even wear a free-range organic leather cut from the hide of an already dead cow belt.

Tomorrow, same bat time, same bat channel, same bat drink, one step closer to bat-shit crazy.