July 9th, 2010

In Which I Go to Starbucks, and for Once My Hat Isn't the Subject of Conversation.

Barista 1: Look at his shirt, dude! It says Control-Z!
Barista 2: I'm not looking at his shirt.
Barista 1: Look at it! It's a sweet shirt!
Barista 2: *makes disapproving noise, non-verbally indicating that gawking at a stranger's shirt is a pretty embarrassing thing to do*
Barista 1: Come on!
Barista 2: No. And besides, it's Command-Z, not Control.
Barista 1: So you did look at the shirt!
Barista 2: Yeah. I just didn't make a big deal out of it.
Barista 1: Cool shirt, though, right?
Barista 2: Yep.
Barista 3, who was actually preparing my Frappucino, and had nothing to say on the subject of the aforementioned shirt: Venti soy caramel Frappucino, no whip.
Me: Thanks.
Under the Fuzzy Green Hat is the curious web log of Lucas Wagner, a guy who probably has better things to do than post here all day.

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