Why I love weird people.

This morning I went through the Starbucks drive-through because my loan totals needed some triple espresso and a life coach.



"Thanks for driving here. What can I get you?'



"Can I have a skinny vanilla latte with an extra shot of espresso, please?"



"That will be 500 pennies and 1 dime."



(I already love this guy)

(I wait at the window after paying for about 4 minutes)



"Hi, yeah. I lost your drink because your hair is so pretty. It will be just a second."



I laughed in my car for 45 seconds straight. Pretty much the best compliment I have ever had, even if it was just to keep me from going coffee deprived apeshit and throwing trash from my console at him.



"Since you got so 'angry' AND you put on lip gloss this morning, I gave you a card for a free drink and here's your skinny latte."



I tried to say something equally as awkward, hilarious,  and weird back to him so he would know we were in the same club, but he had closed his window on me. I realized there were 5 cars behind me in line so my charm would have to wait until I came back to use my free drink card. I already have a plan.



"Welcome to Starbucks, how may I help you?"

"You can help me by giving me a tall skinny latte and some beard fur off your face."



or maybe



"Welcome to Starbucks, how may I help you?"

"Yes, I'd like a large ceramic rooster and a leather moccasin-making kit, please."



I live for these kinds of games.

 I had a friend who would walk around Hobby Lobby and try to find the most obscure and random item they sold, then find a salesman and ask for this item.



"Hi, yes, do you happen to have any monster eyeball crafts made from peacock feathers?"

Me we with my free coffee card and latte, making the prettiest face I can.