So I stopped by Starbucks today for the usual. A different Starbucks. One with a drive thru (oh, how lovely). Before I can order, I'm asked if I want to purchase one of their signature cupcakes. Kind of odd at 7:15 am, but whatever. I notice that the voice that asked me about the cupcake isn't the voice that answered when I said no...is it a recording? Huh.
I pull up to the window to pay (a dollar and the rest in quarters - today is payday AND I'm so trash but hey at least I didn't have to put it on my card) and a normal looking girl is at the window. Normal until she opens her mouth, anyway. She asks me if I've ever been to Cafe Du Monde in New Orleans. My brain does a quick scan to remember if there is anything on my person or car that would indicate I've been to New Orleans...nope. And weirder still is the fact that we made beignets at home last Sunday. I answer yes, but am horribly confused.
'Oh, my favorite part is when someone says something funny and you laugh and powdered sugar goes flying everywhere.' Whaaaa? Did I miss something? I just smiled and took my coffee. I didn't even bother to ask for a raw sugar. I just needed to get the h-e-doublehockeysticks out of there.
What the eff? I was actually on my game this AM since hubby is with the monkey girl and I could get up an hour later. I think this is the universe's way to tell me to stop going to Starbucks. Because every one either has a crazy lady or a nasty bitch. If only I had some sort of self control...
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