BITCHES, PLEASE
(A
True Story of Starbucks)
M. Shane Moore.
Copyright 2010 by M. Shane Moore
Smashwords Edition
Shane plunked away on his laptop. Just twenty thousand words from his deadline and thirty days to go. Life was good. He sipped his cinnamon dolce latte when an angry voice drew his attention away from his world of zombies. He glanced up over the tip of his laptop, hoping his eavesdropping eyes did not garner attention.
“Ya know, it’s bullshit, Nita.” Malorie rubbed her second chin and stared into her red pocket mirror. “I’m tired of this country, that’s for sure.”
Juanita sipped on her Starbucks coffee and squinted from the early morning sun. “Yea, I know. I’m so tired of commercials. It’s always Barbie bullshit. No woman is built that way.”
“I know. The sexiest woman in the history of womendom was a size sixteen.”
“Who was that?” Juanita asked with earnest.
“Marilyn Monroe.”
Malorie snapped her fingers. Her under arm fat shook from side to side. “That’s what I’m talking about. She was a real woman. What the hell is wrong with men today? Thank God for black men. They can appreciate a real woman.”