Barista Boys, and Diners

Well dog my cats this, is, embarrassing. So I came to here to cups at like 2, then I left a little after 3 to go get my mother and little sister from the pool. I dropped them off at the house and ran in to take a shower and ended up changing my clothes as well. (I promise this is all very important) Of course I hadn't accomplished all that I wanted to accomplish at cups so I left the house to go back. Now, I am back at cups, with wet hair, a completely new outfit, and the exact same baristas as before... I did my best to be sneaky. I kept my sunglasses on as I slinked in (so as not to draw much attention), and did my best not to make eye contact with them because now it is obvious that the baristas are going to think I have no life! Which is totally false! Just last night I hung out with a friend! and two weeks before that I walked my cat and waved at the neighbors! I'm a high flying socialite I tell you. You would be hard pressed to find someone more active socially than me here in Jackson.

It's really a shame that they think this about me now. I did so badly wish to impress the barista boy. I have a slight crush on him. He is very cute. Once he gave me a cups points card that a customer had left behind and it had four dollars in points on it, sigh, that's when it all started. Everyday that I see him in here I smile and order my student coffee. Like seriously though, you'd think that after almost two months of me ordering the exact same thing that he would try to take this relationship a little farther by asking me if I want the usual instead of asking me what I want everyday. I have always very much wanted to be so much of a regular customer at a place that the employees are on a first name basis with me, refer to my order as the usual, ask me where I get my clothing, and discuss the latest season of Sherlock with me every time I come in. I guess I am just too cold and uninviting for baristas to want to engage in that kind of banter with me, sigh. One day I will fulfill my dream of working in a seedy diner in the middle of no where, and I will make sure I get to know all my regular customers! That would be the most amazing adventure, wouldn't it?! I would smack my gum, put a bow in my hair, wear an apron, tease the truckers who come through at midnight for a cupa joe and talk either like I'm from the bronx or Rolling Fork, Mississippi (I haven't decided which accent would be best to scream "WHO ORDERED THE HEART ATTACK" in). I think it is all the prairie home companion I listen to that planted this dreamin my brain. Hopefully I will live in a trailer park during this adventure. Take that back, I do not have the desire to live in a trailer park... ever. I will try and find an old maid who's looking to rent her flat over the garage so she can get some money to pay for her cat Whisker's cancer treatment. Now THAT would be the cherry on top of my dream. I promise if I ever reach this dream I blog about it regularly. If I can't find a diner or an old lady I like I guess Waffle House and a duplex will have to suit me.

Question of the day: Should I do a video blog post?
Answer of the day: Mutual I'm sure