But before I got off on that tangent, the point of The Duffle Blog story I posted apparently went over the heads of some folks here.
Those old people that buy a cup of coffee and hang out for several hours are the reason your ass is here. They went and kicked the living *expletive deleted* out of three and a half empires that were doing everything they could to enslave the world.
Every Tuesday the guy that was the VP of the Credit Union my dad was a lowly courier for picks him up and they meet with a 4-5 other retired CU employees (all guys) and go to Hardee's for the senior discount breakfast (Dad likes Sausage and Gravy Biscuits), they eat breakfast, drink a shitload of free refill coffee and shoot the *expletive deleted*, in fact the same *expletive deleted* they shoot every week. They're there for 2-3 hours. I've gone with once. Really nice guys, WWII and Korea vets the lot, so I was somewhat accepted. But I was still a third wheel.
The employees knew all of them by name and the manager came by 3-4 times asking if anyone needed a refill on their coffee. He also had sugar and creamer ready for those that needed it. And he knew who used what. After pouring a cup, he'd put the right number of sugars/pink stuff/creamers next to their cup.
My point is.
They've *expletive deleted* earned it. And if the owner/manager/corporation doesn't care that they sit there for 15 minutes or 15 hours, then *expletive deleted* you and what you think about.