Here and back

Woman working at starbucks: "Hi, what can I get you.."
Me: "Hi, can I get a venti sweetened passion tea?"
Woman: "Sure will that be all?"
Me: "yep.."
Woman: gives me my total, "can I get your name?"
Me: "Cris"
Woman: Pauses.. "Cris is it..?"
Me: looking at her like she's a dumbfuck.. "yes.."
Woman: "that's a unique name for a girl.."
Me: "...Thanks." awkwardly walking away.

She put my name in third grade handwriting and quotations on my cup.

Why do people choose starbucks to write their "novel" at? It's just funny. I'm wearing brown chords and a cardigan in 81º weather, but people look at me like there's an octopus sucking on my face. Yet again, I heard someone else saying how sweet the rave they went to was "sooooo sweeet". Some gay looking tool at starbucks said so. That place is filled with fucking weirdos.

Me an my oats.