Overheard at the ATM:

"It sounds like some 70's porno being broadcast through fuckin' Radioshack speakers. Call me back when your phone doesn't suck."

I was minding my own business, just trying to get some cash. I inadvertently got stuck in between a pack of "hipster" boys. Is that still the lingo for these characters? No idea. Anyway, these guys were annoying to no end. They all had that matted down hairstyle which requires more product in one day than I've used in my whole life. You can tell their casual, slacker chic looks are in fact the result of hours of fevered deliberation. And I'm sure they won't listen to any band more than five people (in addition to the actual band members) have ever heard of. This guy on the phone hit about eighteen of my personal pet peeves. The highlights:
-cell phone usage
-putting on a show for others/bystanders while on a cell phone
-lack of pop culture reference know-how
-hubris
Save it for Vice, twerps.

Amie B.- Check out the green fan in the new Real Simple. It's the Vespa of fans!