This morning waiting in line, the barista asked the woman in front of me what she wanted, after asking the woman in front of her what she wanted, after asking the woman in front of HER what SHE wanted, and then he turned to me and wispered across the counter:
"Venti soy latte."
Was it the cold morning, or was i actually blushing?
Similarly in the rhelm of stupid things that make me feel fuzzy, yesterday i met with an advertising rep who was wearing so much eye makeup that she looked like a newborn fawn. Style-network-esque, i told Dan later, "It really opened up her eye!"
As depressed as i am these days, latte and signing contracts make it feel like Christmas.