January 2010
After many months, if not years, of Maori begging me to join tumblr, I finally broke down. Think I am just bored of Facebook. So now I have stolen everything Maori has ever posted about me and reblogged it on my page.
And to continue to make Maori happy, which is really my life goal, I will tell my story of ordering tea at Starbucks in Midtown Manhattan last week.
There was a time, not too long ago, when I was a New Yorker (not a real New Yorker though cause it only lasted 3 years) and when I lived in NY I became accustom to Starbucks. But now that I am a New Hampshirite again, I have forgotten how seriously New Yorkers take their Starbucks.
I stand in line almost out the door and listen to everyone order their “coffee”. Since when does it take 10 words to order 1 “coffee”? It was so complicated and a language I no longer speak. I finally get to the front of the line and as a small towner I say, “can I just have a normal tea?” The worker, “you want an Awake?” me, “yes if that is a normal tea.” worker, “what size?” this I could do, “grande”. I pay. And then wait in line for my “Awake Grande”.
Two days later I go through drive-thru at Dunkin’ Donuts down the street from my house, in front of my town Home Depot, and ordered a medium tea. For over a dollar cheaper.
Yay! Finally.
Maori: I love Dire Straits.
Melissa: I love that you love things.
Maori: I love that you love that I love things.
Across the cubical alley
KAROLINA: (on phone) blah blah, assets, metadata, digital fusion. Ok, well it looks like I can’t such and such, ok….oh thanks for your help. Take care. goodbye…. Hello? OH MY GOD. IAN, why is it always you? I was on the phone with Hector! Talking about important things, About digital fusion! Do you even want anything? Is this important? Why is it always you? Girl! Girl, listen. You can’t. Ok… ok I won’t say anything… GASP! (slams the phone and runs away.)
(P.S. Ian is our boss.)
