First of all, I have been complimented on my hair by every single person I have seen so far today. Apparently I have a lot of volume and flip today or something.
And second of all – I have to work for about a million hours today, but it’s another one of those days where my work includes a luncheon and an evening reception (with wine!), so rock on. And I did NOT have to wear a twinset and pantyhose today. I am, however, wearing this cool new sweater. Witness (it’s the brown one):
Life is good.
And finally – this morning I stopped at Barnes & Noble to pick up a book, and thought I’d get a drink as well. Chai tea latte, to be exact. And so I go up to the counter and I say “I’d like a chai tea latte, please,” and the girl just stands there, and I realize I haven’t told her the size and I completely blank out in the middle of a sentence and stand there slack-jawed for a moment and then I went “oh. I’m completely lost on your sizes.” Which is not to say that I don’t understand them, but just that I haven’t committed Starbucks-ese to memory. So finally I look and I decide, “Okay. The medium one. Grande.”
And I didn’t know if I could pay for my book at the coffee bar register, and I didn’t know if I could use a check card, and in general I was just being a gigantic moron. So the girl who is making my drink says after a moment, “Where do you usually go?”
“Where do you usually get your coffee?”
And I explained that I don’t work on this side of town, I work at the college and I was just over here on an errand, et cetera and ended up apologizing for being slow and confusing this morning, at which point they were all “oh, it’s okay, (MORON).”
But here’s the thing – it’s not like I live in a town populated by Starbucks. (Starbuckses?) In fact, the one in Barnes & Noble is the ONLY one in the entire town. I could see them being all confused that I wasn’t down with the Starbucks lingo if we had a Starbucks on every corner and it was a part of the culture of this town, but it totally isn’t. So the whole line of questioning was just odd, unless they mistook me for a Liberty student, which may have been the case.
But then I’d get all annoyed that anyone could possibly mistake me for one of them.
Because they are evil. And I am rambling.
Woo, I have to work ALL weekend. Joy.