to stand for Young Urban Professionals, but has now strayed
to define the 20-year-olds at Starbucks
who type for hours on their laptops, probably writing a novel that they apparently
want EVERYONE at Starbucks to be interested in. They
often wear stylish black
glasses, slim black
clothing, tote yoga mats, and big bulky colored scarves regardless of the temperature outside. They
conscious, live off salad
coffee, and often frequent poetry slams and wear jaunty berets. If you ask them what they
are writing about, expect to be either talked down to, or have them use the biggest
can think of, even
're out of context, hoping you don't know the meaning anyway.
Mitch: "Hey look, I've always wondered what it is those yuppies
type away on."
Frank: "Bad idea man."
Mitch: "S'cuse me miss, can I ask what you're writing?"
Yuppie: (Looks up from coffee as if she's never seen people before) "It's an esoteric collectivist's detailed analysis
of the resurgence of middle-American culture
in relation to the increase in demand for soy milk
since its invention in-"
Frank and Mitch have died.