EDITOR: Where’s the coverage? Last Monday morning I sat in Peet’s Coffee House in El Dorado Hills — minding my own business — when a rowdy mob came charging in, demanding change — and demanding it now. All four of the group had on dark green hooded sweatshirts, very antagonistic attitudes, and Converse tennis shoes. If you’re thinking this was an “Occupy” group, you’re exactly right.
The “leader” of the group, an elderly woman, demanded to speak to the Peet’s Coffee House manager. Here’s how I remember the exchange when he came up to the counter:
“Are you the manager?”
“Yes, ma’am. How can I help you?”
“Look at this blueberry muffin! (She held up a cut-in-half blueberry muffin.) How many blueberries do you see in this muffin?”
“Oh, maybe seven or eight.”
“Now — look at this muffin! (She held up a second muffin.) How many blueberries do you see in this muffin, sir?”
“It’s hard to say but certainly more than seven or eight.’”(The second muffin looked like a ball of blueberries held together with a little bit of muffin.)
“Does this distribution of blueberries seem fair? We represent the Occupy El Dorado Hills Movement and Thursday Afternoon Bocce Ball Club — and we’re not going to take this gross inequality anymore!”
At that point they started chanting, rather loudly:
“What do we want? … Equal distribution of blueberries. When do we want it? … By tomorrow morning.”
The chant didn’t scan very well — but they certainly made their point, you bet!
Anyway, why no coverage of this Occupy movement?