This is some embarrassing poop.

It’s a major bummer when you slip into a public restroom to take a quick yet urgent pee, you look down at the pot, and notice with no small amount of chagrin that the previous occupant has left an assortment of skid marks on the bowl bottom. I’m not faulting the person for the massive  poop bomb, but you walk out after an innocent urination and the next person on the way in thinks you’re the one who blew the place up.

It’s even worse when you’re in a confined public place like a coffee shop. You sit down, they come out of the restroom and sit down across the room. Now you’re exchanging awkward glances for the next half hour.

And I have to cut my study session short because some fiber king did his deal before I could get there.

Santa Barbara Coffee Shops

I like Santa Barbara, and I like coffee shops.

State Street Coffee was never open for business when we happened to pass by, but the sign was sharp, the structure was unique, and their weren’t as passersby were at a minimum, so was Al’s embarrassment at my photographing buildings for no apparent reason.

HotSpots, on the other hand, (it literally was “on the other hand” as in “across the street”) was city-renowned for staying open 24 hours, its signature “Obama Blend” (yes we can drink coffee past midnight), and it’s touch screen vestibule for visitors seeking some sights to see. And, in a touch I had never seen before, HotSpots featured several pay-for-internet-access computer stations. Understandably, this all-night access point–which, by the way, was less than a block from the sand–had quite an extensive internet squatting policy.

I spotted three other distinguished coffeehouses on State Street (two Starbucks, a Coffee Bean, and a local shop with an upstairs loft, but I was too lazy to go back for my camera, and too embarrassed (or at least too afraid of embarrassing Allison) to be snapping pictures of a Starbucks sign in the middle of a bunch of people. 

I love lofts in a coffee shop. Reminds me of Top Pot Donuts from Seattle.

Top Pot: Lots of books and two stories! : )

Santa Barbara Coffee Shops

I like Santa Barbara, and I like coffee shops.

State Street Coffee was never open for business when we happened to pass by, but the sign was sharp, the structure was unique, and their weren’t as passersby were at a minimum, so was Al’s embarrassment at my photographing buildings for no apparent reason.

HotSpots, on the other hand, (it literally was “on the other hand” as in “across the street”) was city-renowned for staying open 24 hours, its signature “Obama Blend” (yes we can drink coffee past midnight), and it’s touch screen vestibule for visitors seeking some sights to see. And, in a touch I had never seen before, HotSpots featured several pay-for-internet-access computer stations. Understandably, this all-night access point–which, by the way, was less than a block from the sand–had quite an extensive internet squatting policy.

I spotted three other distinguished coffeehouses on State Street (two Starbucks, a Coffee Bean, and a local shop with an upstairs loft, but I was too lazy to go back for my camera, and too embarrassed (or at least too afraid of embarrassing Allison) to be snapping pictures of a Starbucks sign in the middle of a bunch of people. 

I love lofts in a coffee shop. Reminds me of Top Pot Donuts from Seattle.

Top Pot: Lots of books and two stories! : )