Small Encounters are Best
I rushed home from my appointment with my life coach today because people needed me and my car.
Generally I take a couple hours off to digest our discussion. Instead i had a double cappucino made by a cutie, named Alyssa. She told me I was a good candidate to be her best friend because:
1 i ordered my capp to stay. foam's wasted in a paper cup.
2 she liked my blouse. one of the spangly ones that embarasses my daughter because she has indian friends. she's afraid i look like a culture thief.
3 i ordered skim milk. skim makes the best foam.
4 she liked my pink purse.
She passed my capp across the counter. I think i did a pretty good job with this, she said. She motioned to her co-worker and said, She coulda made it better. Her foam's awesome.
I laughed and said yeah, you could've at least made me a foam dog or something on it.
She looked at me with good humoured respect and said yeah, i really think we could be friends- i like that blouse.
the cappucino was delicious.
after leaving the cafe- the day went downhill from there.
next time, i'll stay with alyssa longer.