First off – did we all notice the luffly new section on the side with pictures of sekrit boyfriends? I especially love that one of Hal. There’s something very sweet about that photo. It makes me happy whenever I see it hence its placement on the Snarkypants wall of love (and sekrit boyfriends!).
Second off – Chiropractor today pinpointed issues of butt pain – tweakings and adjustments to follow. Hopefully, relief of some sort is on the way. He gave me some stuff called “BioFreeze” which was … interesting and cold.
Third off – I added a sidebar for the archives so you can see how far back these here blatherings go. Yep, 2002 it was. This will be my 8th year blogging – through good times and bad, I was writing. It’s a very interesting slog through my life.
In case you were wondering, I was just as ranty back in 2003.
Okay, hereâ€™s the thing. Thereâ€™s this guy that works at the Starbucks I frequent. He must be in his early 20s, sorta tall, big (in a Shrek kind of way) with this peculiar facial hair that reminds me of Bilbo Baggins or some hobbit like creature. Now, I have seen this guy in there before and I think heâ€™s got some wicked-ass ADD or something because he cannot remember the customerâ€™s order at all. They say it, he repeats it (incorrectly). They correct him, he says it wrong again and hopefully, the barrista person is there to hear it and get it right.
What annoys me most about this gentleman is this: when I go to Starbucks, mostly I take a book. One time, I was carrying a book as I approached the counter. ALL his attention was wrapped up in reading the title of this book. Like he goes into a trance or something, I donâ€™t know. Recently, I was wearing my Eddie Izzard â€œCake or Deathâ€ tshirt and went in there to order my usual (venti, no foam, extra hot latte). As I approached the counter, he blatantly stared at my chest.
Now, I know Iâ€™ve got the Ta-Taâ€™s of love going on (HAHAH) but must one be so blatant? But NOOOOOOO! He was in his trance reading my shirt. WTF? Dude! Just take my order and move on with your little (bizarro) life!
Fortunately, the chick behind the espresso machine recognized me so she knew my order despite him calling it out incorrectly. However, it took longer than expected to prepare so they gave me a coupon for a free beverage. YEY!
So yeah. Yesterday, before I met the Cousin O’Love for the Baltimore wedding shower road trip, I stopped you-know-where to redeem my coupon. Of course, Lord Doofus was at the register, all ready to read my shirt, my book and/or mess up my order. Since I wasnâ€™t carrying a book and I was wearing a shirt with no writing on it, he was left to just mess up my order.
somehow made it to low fat, extra foam latte. NICE.
Okay, so I go to redeem my coupon and he says â€œArenâ€™t you going to buy anything?â€
I. BEG. YOUR. FUCKING. PARDON??????????
Despite my incredulity (is that a word? If not, I just made it up!) I said â€œNopeâ€ and moved on over to get my foamy, no fat, barely lukewarm latte (my homegirl wasnâ€™t behind the bar) but I was not a happy camper. Bad enough he stares at my tits (or not, as the case may be), spaces out to look at my book titles and gets my order wrong time and again. Now heâ€™s got to badger me about how much I spend (or donâ€™t) at Starbucks??
One more faux pas like that and my butt is taking a visit to the managerâ€™s office. I am really pretty tolerant of stuff so if youâ€™ve crossed a line with me, itâ€™s got to be right bad.
What a tool. Seriously.
I had totally forgotten about that dude until I read that again and was reminded all over again of what a dumbass he was. (sigh) I miss the times I lived so close to a Starbucks that I could run out and get a Gingerbread latte between periods of a hockey game I was watching on television. The nearest SB now is at the Safeway a good 11 miles from my house (one way).
Remind me to post about my money manifesting project and how I used to bring in $2600 (my goal was $1500 for the month). It’s pretty cool, actually.
Obligatory LOLcat (this one made me laugh out loud for reals):
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I love that LOL Cat. So very feline and true to life!
I understand your frustration toward Mr. SB. I have Icky Vicki of the Post Office. She has ruined my day so many times in the past that, even though she hasn’t done it recently, I always slink into the PO, afraid that she’s there, waiting to be mean to me.
What’s this about the $2600?