Sometimes this is awesome. Like the time the adorable girl told me she liked my boots and asked where I got them. Like she literally stopped whatever she was doing on her laptop to walk across Starbucks and ask me where I got my boots because she wanted them. Sweet!
Sometimes this is not so awesome. Like right now. When I have to put on my headphones and turn them up really loud to block the completely weirdo dysfunctional date going on next to me. Seriously. Take that mess elsewhere.
Also not awesome, I feel compelled to buy a Cranberry Bliss Bar every time I am here. Why are they so good? Who can explain this to me? I refuse to investigate the calorie situation on the Cranberry Bliss Bar because it will not stop me from eating them, it will just lessen my enjoyment. Ignorance is bliss. Cranberry, cream cheese, white chocolate blondie bliss.
Even less awesome, soon the Cranberry Bliss Bar season will be over.
Also in a moment of shameless self-promotion I would like you to know that if you believe in supporting starving artists you could totally send me a Starbucks Gift Card. Not you mom! Or you Emma! You both already support my