you ignore me, and spill the remnants of your yuppie ass $5 soy no whip latte on me because i happen to be underfoot at the wrong time whilst you’re babbling away on your cell phone and rummaging through your purse for who knows what.

but without me the ground around your precious Starbuck’s would be covered in a layer of low-fat blueberry scone, coffee cake, and bran muffin crumbs.  and the hood of your car would still be clean.