Last week we had a few days of cold (for us) weather. The beach fog rolled in thick and heavy causing a light drizzle at times. It was perfect weather to hang out at Starbucks sipping coffee and getting caught up with friends. I admit, I made more than one Starbucks trip, with more than one friend, over the course of a few days.
The local Money Town Starbucks is a microcosm of Money Town itself. Due to the dreary weather it was packed with people every time I visited. I ran into several people I know while there. In addition, I did a lot of observing. There's no real way to describe Money Town. By sharing little glimpses, I hope you'll eventually have a good feel for what I'm surrounded by.
Adding to my list of I thought I'd seen everything in Money Town incidents, was a 9 year old girl at Starbucks with her own new Blackberry Storm. (She might, possibly, have been 10, but certainly not any older.) And no, it did not belong to a parent because both of her parents were there with her. They had their own phones/gadgets visible and in use. I hate to be judgmental, but I'm going to be anyway.
Actually, in this case, if I'm honest, I delight in being judgmental.
What's the point of having your own website if you can't be a bitch on it, right?
I will call these people the Gadget Family and I will call the girl Berry. Berry was a spoiled, obnoxious, brat. She was loud and she was demanding. Her little brother tried to look at her (apparently brand new) Blackberry and she threw a fit. She wouldn't let him touch it, and kept shouting the word "mine" loudly and repeatedly. Berry wouldn't even allow her brother to look at her Blackberry while she held it.
Mrs. Gadget was tall, thin, and dressed very expensively. She rocked a huge diamond on her left hand. Mrs. Gadget was (I guess?) attractive in that Orange County "I'm plastic and nothing about me is real" sort of way. She was dressed too young for her years and had very long hair which she repeatedly tossed all over the place.
Men notice women like Mrs. Gadget. I've never really understood why, but they do.
Mr. Gadget wore the attitude of a Toxic Man. He walked into Starbucks as if he owned the place. He took at least four separate calls while he was there. He seemed to ignore Mrs. Gadget, but indulged Berry and her younger brother to no end. Neither parent did anything to stem the obnoxiousness which was Berry's mouth.
By the way, younger brother was pretty obnoxious himself. He was also loud, whiney, demanding, and used to getting his way.
It was impossible not to be riveted by the Gadget family. Their very presence made a statement. Not a positive statement, but a noticeable one.
So what do you think? Does a pre-teen need a Blackberry? Not to mention the newest, most expensive yet, Blackberry? I believe the Gadget family is creating mini-monsters in the making. Am I wrong?