No Contest, the Most Adorable Baby Ever
When I first "punched in" on the computer for last night's shift, I had to walk through the children's section. As I walked past, I noticed that a thirty-ish man had set a reference picture book open on a low wooden table. In his arms, he held a six-month old baby. The baby had a look of joy on its face as it extended its arms towards the open book.
The man, I'm assuming the baby's father, was taking to the child about the creatures on the page. He said, "These are dinosaurs. Now this is something I that confused me for a long time, they are in fact REAL...."
That made my moment.
Other work events included a forty-one year old man asking me out. He stopped when he learned that I was twenty-one. He's a sweet little man who always comes in at night, orders a tall cup of coffee (and later one to two refills) and reads books on Christianity. He took the let down well.
(Tangent: (Insert trumpet music here) I have another customer who has referred to be as his wife. This occurred because I know his order and begin making the Venti Americano with a shot of caramel (and lots of room for cream) as soon as I see him. He commented that we were like an old married couple. I couldn't help but agree, since when he exits the cafe he always leaves a pile of trash for me to pick up.)
I think if I ever were to date a cafe customer. I'd have to wait for a guy who picks up after himself.
My anger over the car and the lack of respect my parents have for my decisions seems to multiply when I'm closer to the offensive object. Still haven't driven it. That's right, I walked home ALONE at 10 PM, through the rich residential streets of Pittsburgh. Be worried, parents. Be very worried.
The man, I'm assuming the baby's father, was taking to the child about the creatures on the page. He said, "These are dinosaurs. Now this is something I that confused me for a long time, they are in fact REAL...."
That made my moment.
Other work events included a forty-one year old man asking me out. He stopped when he learned that I was twenty-one. He's a sweet little man who always comes in at night, orders a tall cup of coffee (and later one to two refills) and reads books on Christianity. He took the let down well.
(Tangent: (Insert trumpet music here) I have another customer who has referred to be as his wife. This occurred because I know his order and begin making the Venti Americano with a shot of caramel (and lots of room for cream) as soon as I see him. He commented that we were like an old married couple. I couldn't help but agree, since when he exits the cafe he always leaves a pile of trash for me to pick up.)
I think if I ever were to date a cafe customer. I'd have to wait for a guy who picks up after himself.
My anger over the car and the lack of respect my parents have for my decisions seems to multiply when I'm closer to the offensive object. Still haven't driven it. That's right, I walked home ALONE at 10 PM, through the rich residential streets of Pittsburgh. Be worried, parents. Be very worried.
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