Here’s something that happened the other day:
I went into my bank to deposit my check and the nice lady behind the counter asked if I liked working at B&N. I mentioned I worked in the cafe.
Bank Lady: “Oh riiiiiiiight, you guys are the Starbucks that ISN’T a real Starbucks!”
Me: “…yes, we are actually a Barnes and Noble Cafe who only sells Starbucks products…”
Bank Lady: “Why is that, exactly?”
Inner monologue: “…lady, you are very nice and you are depositing my money right now. But you are treading. on. a puddle.”
Yes, I did give my work spiel at the bank.
Face to palmage occurred upon entering the car.
In other news, COFFEE.
