This isn’t particularly noteworthy, other than it reminded me just how ubiquitous blogs have become (or – really – how ubiquitous they’ve become in a very narrow segment of society). This guy stopped in Murky Coffee (which is just down the street from me), the barista played to stereotype, and he wrote about it. This other guy overheard the conversation between the first guy and the barista, and wrote about it, too. And then Boing Boing wrote about the first guy writing about it (which is where I first heard about it). And now I’m writing about all three of them writing about it. And using a picture that someone else took of the result of the conversation between the first guy and the barista.
All that effort, and none of us have contributed anything useful to the world, I’m afraid.
(FWIW, I’d trade Murky Coffee for the old junk shop that used to be there in a heartbeat. And Murky Coffee should take that dollar bill down from the bulletin board and use it to pay their unpaid DC taxes.)
Update: Murky Coffee owner Nick Cho gets in on the clown bandwagon.
Photo: Tom Bridge