It's been a while since I've been back in the coffee shop. Two days too long. Unfortunately I did not get to blog the last time I was here. I was busy writing post-cards instead. Those times were pretty interesting...
In the time elapsed since our last meeting I have fallen in love. There is an actor who comes to the coffee shop to practice his lines. He is just too preposterous for him to exist in real life (I think they spike my coffee with hallucinogens). I can't stop staring at him when he comes in. Our eyes first met when he was practicing what appeared to be a monologue. (I couldn't exactly tell because he was mouthing the lines to himself.) He looked at me with his come-hither stare and I was gone. Something about sculpted facial hair and that beady eyed sneaky look just screams theater major, and captures my heart. I discover more and more about him every time we chance to be here together. I am becoming extremely talented at eavesdropping. He is in a dinner theater troupe that performs at fancy restaurants. They serve four course meals that correspond with the four acts in the play. He loves white and black... teas. Doesn't he sound perfect. The other day I almost offered him a tissue. He gets very emotional whilst practicing his lines. Oh, and that coffee mug... I've never seen a coffee mug used so effectively as a prop. The way he sneers his whispered lines, then takes a swig with a grimace, only then to lift his mug again to wipe his tears on his sleeve and then slam it down. He had me close to tears. I should applaud him the next time he's in here.
I went to see Men in Black III today (I accidentally wrote Men & Black, how embarrassing would that have been if I hadn't caught it?). I had to get the kids I nanny out of the house so the help could come and clean. So their dad gave us money and told us to go watch Men in Black. I informed the littlest that we were going to see Men in Black III and she replied, "I haven't even seen one, two, or four yet!" She is a card that little girl. I popped into her room this morning. "I'M HERE!!" I yodeled. She looked at me cool as a cucumber and said, (very much like Meryl Streep in The Devil Wears Prada) "You can go back home now." They love me.
Wal-Mart called me yesterday offering me a maintenance position, emphasis on the cleaning of the bathrooms. I wanted to go in to interview. I wanted the experience of a real job interview (and I wanted to blog about it), but none of the interview times fit my schedule. Today a different one called offering the same position. To which I replied, "Yeah I don't really want to do that." They wanted a daytime cleaner, and I just can't fit that into my schedule. Oh Wal-Mart, you had your chance. That ship has sailed. Goodbye employee of the month dream. It seems as if that is one dream I shall never achieve... sigh.
Oh, so I'm convinced Gregory Alan Isakov was at my coffee shop earlier today (I would post his picture but he probably reads (wow I typed reeds the first time... that's... well that's just mortifying (I'm starting to doubt my English)) my blog). I'm also pretty sure I saw Laura Marling pushing a buggy at the grocery store. Who knows? I choose to be a believer.
I hope my readers don't find my parenthetical phrases too difficult to follow, if they do... there isn't anything I can do about it.
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