When he sat down he forgot about what he had come here to write. Instead he threw his notebook on the table and took out his phone to type up a rant about tipping.
Why did everyone want a tip these days? what was next... were landlords going to begin asking for tips from their tenants?
He wrote four paragraphs and looked at how long that looked on his phone. He posted it to Facebook. not that he had any friends on there who still used it. Weird but it seemed like nobody his age group still used that thing. It had been cool before he had gone up to
Spacecity
. There was not really much social content there, it had just become all about politics. So he decided why not just be a part of that mess.
The coffee was cold. His cup only halfway done. He had been fuming pounding his thumbs into his screen. When he finally got a grip he looked up and saw two youngsters looking at him. "you okay, boss?"
Pete didn't know how to reply. His immediate reply was just "yeah. Yeah i'm fine."