The best things in life are free.
But money would be nice too.
It's totally pretentious of me on multiple levels, but I can't help it. Tonight I'm getting really irritated every time this happens...
Customer: I'd like a latte please.
Me (shamelessly profiling customer to determine likely socioeconomic status and knowledge of coffee, then): Do you want your latte really really sweet?
Customer (giving me an almost horrified look at the idea of a latte that wasn't really really sweet, then): Yeah. Sweet.
So I add four pumps of vanilla syrup to their latte. Then the customer takes a small sip, makes an "eww this takes like super strong coffee!" face, and proceeds to stir in three to (record) twelve sugar packets. I blame gas stations and their liberal use of espresso terminology. Sigh.
My favorite bridge in the whole wide world.
Getting unexpected phone calls is the best. On Monday, I got unexpected calls from boyfriend Dave, grandfather Grandaddy, and DC-resident and friend Erika. All conversations were lovely. (Erika might meet Dave and I in New Orleans next month. Fingers crossed!)
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