Posers' and losers' coffee fix

I have never (craved/felt so addicted to) cold coffee than today--what with the sweltering summer wave striking as early as 10 in the morning.

I once thought, people lining up at posh coffee shops are either posers or losers--passing precious hours chit-chatting, flicking cigarettes butt after butt, sipping frosted, cream-topped, chocolate-chipped coffee, like its commercial rice that's too expensive you're RICH simply for being seen having it. Did that thought ever go away?

The soft-leather couches, jazz music, and ambient surrounding add to the relaxing vibe--hear its animated patrons (mostly young, call center dudes) laughing out loud, texting (or snapping camphone pictures), and getting closer/cozier--you'd think these are lucky people you can't help but envy.

Neither a poser or loser, I gave in to coffee's allure, never mind that I was never unlucky.