This is going to be a two-part Misadventures post... because yes, they happen so often I can't keep up, and these both are quick, more random events.
The Superdome wasn't the only place with a brief blackout out this weekend!
Picture, please, a lovely Saturday evening at a Starbucks Evenings Store. For those who don't know what that means, it means our store serves beer and wine and has tasty new small plates like truffle mac and cheese, bacon wrapped dates, and fondue, so we're talking a high class, fancy Starbucks. Black tie Starbucks. Or rather, black apron and black awning Starbucks. Anyway, it's a pretty packed store with a lovely hipster playing guitar and singing some indie folk, and everyone is having a nice, classy evening.
My coworker and I are in the back room, chatting away as usual, and she reaches up to grab something. Before we know it, she's knocked down the entire huge, paper-heavy bulletin board that
I sit down, with my headphones in, minding my own business, when a guy ACROSS the bus starts talking to me. I immediately feel myself blush, as this is now the entire front half of the bus's entertainment, but do manage to stay pretty apathetic toward this man. It goes something like this:
Curious Man - Excuse me, is that a Starbucks container full of milk?
Me - Yes, yes it is.
CM - Oh. (brain turning, not yet satisfied) Is it really good milk? Is it special?
Me - I mean, it's normal milk.
CM - Hmm. (more turning) Well, I've just never seen anyone get just plain milk from Starbucks before. Especially one that big.
Me - (Finally deciding I should give at least a little explanation, but too tired to really care) Yeah, well, I work there, so I took it. (Later realizing I now just sound like a little thief.)
CM - Ooh, you work there? I see. Well, I like the Starbucks on Rush and Oak.
**End of conversation**
carpe diem, hakuna matata, no day but today... redhead OUT.
Namaste
Lol!
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