“I’m Not As Weird As You Think I Am”?


It was just one of THOSE days.

I consider myself a pretty upbeat person, and I like to think that the positive vibes I put out into the universe come back to me in the form of positive vibes from others.  And that is usually my experience.

But not today.

Today, an older gentleman came to the shop where I work and ordered a small, black coffee to go.  I filled up his cup, with a little room at the top.  Usually, I ask customers if they need room for milk/cream, but since he ordered it black, I figured not and filled it most of the way.

Two seconds later, he came back, spitting mad.  He yelled at me, in a COMPLETELY inappropriate tone of voice that implied that I was a) an imbecile, or b) incompetent, or c) both.

Him: “You filled it up too high!  There’s no room for sugar!  How can I put any sugar in?!?  And it’s a spill risk!!  What if I spilled it?!?”

Me (sputtering): “Sorry, sir, I can pour some out.”

I poured out about half an inch of coffee and handed it back to him.

Him: “What the hell is wrong with you?!  I ordered a coffee–you filled it up too high!!  I told you to pour some out, and you pour out the whole thing!!”

Now, I was completely shocked at this point.  No one has EVER spoken to me in such a hateful, vicious tone in my entire life.  And over COFFEE?

Me (turning beet red because I’m so stunned and embarrassed and angry, and then of course I’m mad at myself for turning red so I turn even redder): “Well, I can put some more in.  That’s no problem.”

I handed him his cup back with slightly more coffee this time (but not too much, God forbid), and took his cash.  He walked away to get his precious sugar before I could give him his change, so I put it on the counter underneath his receipt, and I kept an eye on him (to make sure he didn’t walk away without his money) while I started to help the next customer in line, who was oh-so-patiently waiting.

I was just finishing up with the next customer when the rude guy was finishing up with his sugar.

Me: “Sir, I put your change right here.”

He made absolutely no indication that he heard me.  Didn’t look at me, didn’t look at his money on the counter, nothing.

Me: “Sir, your change.”

Him: “What’s wrong with you?!?  I heard you the first time.”

Me (a little more firmly this time): “Sorry, I have a tendency to speak softly, and I wasn’t sure if you’d heard me.”

He gathered up his change.

Him: “You know, I’m not as weird as you think I am.”

Me: “If that is your version of an apology, you suck at apologizing.”

Ok, so I didn’t really say that last part.  (I think I said, “Um, ok…” instead.)  That’s probably what I should have said, though.

At what point, does “The customer is always right” become “Customer or not, he has no right to treat people that way”?  Because I’m pretty sure that guy crossed the line into verbal abuse.  I was honestly so astonished by his awful behavior that I didn’t think to stand up for myself.  (Side note: my boss later said she thought she remembered him, and he had been kicked out of the shop a few months ago by another employee.)  I’m pretty nonconfontational, clearly. But I can’t let people walk all over me just because they’re a bully.

And then an hour later, another customer yelled at me for not pouring him enough orange juice (I filled it to the line near the top of the cup, which is WHERE I’M SUPPOSED TO FILL IT TO MAKE SURE ALL THE CUPS HAVE THE SAME AMOUNT), and slightly thereafter, I spilled meat juice on my shoe from the cold cuts I was laying on a platter.  My left foot is gonna smell like rancid corned beef.  To top it all off, my old landlords from LA sent me a message saying they would return my deposit less $650.  $650?!?  I was an excellent tenant.  There is NO WAY possible that there was $650 worth of repairs.  That place was SPOTLESS when I left it.

Ugh.  Time to go back to bed and pull the covers over my head and wait for tomorrow.  Well, after I kick off the corned beef sneakers, of course.


Anyhoo, happy weekend, dear readers.  I hope you only encounter nice, polite people as you go about your weekend fun!  Tell the meanies to stay home.


Health Kick and a Head of Cabbage

So… in the midst of all the life changes (like, oh, say, moving 2,800 miles across the country and getting a new job), I got out of the habit of going to yoga regularly.  (Maybe it IS inertia?)  When a friend invited me to take a class with the super nice lady who led my recent labyrinth meditation, I decided it was time to get back in the yoga groove.

It was great!  I’m a bit sore, but it’s a good kind of sore, a yay-I-accomplished-something-and-did-something-good-for-my-body kind of sore.

Anyhoo, after that, I decided I wanted to keep up the health kick and get a juice for lunch from Whole Foods.  I got a “kalicious” smoothie, which had kale, spinach, apple, banana, and lemon.  It’s yummy, guys, I swear.

I was in the check out line, and I was only half paying attention to my surrounding because I was eyeballing those candies they put on display to tempt you into spending more money.  Then, I noticed that the blonde lady in front of me was almost done checking out.  Her second-to-last item was a head of cabbage in a plastic produce bag.  She made the cashier put it back because (direct quote), “I always buy more than I can use.”

Guess how much her total was.


No, seriously, guess.






Five hundred and forty dollars, AND SHE MADE THE CASHER PUT BACK A HEAD OF CABBAGE.

Omg.  People are so ridiculous sometimes.  No shortage of entertainment ’round these parts.




Street Painting, Rain, and Life’s Big Questions

I went to a really neat street painting festival recently.  The city closed off its main downtown drag, and dozens of artists created some pretty rad images with chalk, drawing colorful pictures on the asphalt in the middle of the road.  There were also live music and food booths, because clearly everything tastes better when fried and/or on a stick.  Duh.

I wish I had pictures to share with you, but in true South Florida fashion, it started raining about 10 minutes after we got there.  We spent most of our time alternately dodging raindrops and dodging other people dodging raindrops.   If the art wasn’t being ruined by the rain, it was covered by tarps.  Not the best photo op.  Oh well.

I did get to sneak a picture of this:

Before I Die I Want to



Visitors to the street festival had filled in their answers to the question, utilizing every inch of space.  Everybody was looking at the wall and taking pictures.  What an insightful idea!  I hope that people went home and discussed their responses with friends and family.

And because I know you’re wondering, no, I did not write anything on the wall.  I do have an actual bucket list, but in the moment, I didn’t know what to say.


Upon a bit of reflection, I think I know my answer:  I want to acccomplish the things on my bucket list, but I also want to always be adding to the list, too.  That way I’m always hungry for more adventure.




It’s Just Like Riding a Bike

Learning how to ride a bike is a tried-and-true American rite of passage.  Do you remember when you learned?  All excitement and nervousness as the training wheels came off?  Your mom or dad jogging next to you, holding on to the seat and the handlebars?

Depending on your sense of adventure, you either yelled something along the lines of, “Let go!  I can do it!!”  or “Aaah, don’t let go, Daddy!”


My, how times have changed.


I was out walking my dog, as I am wont to do–several times a day, as a matter of fact–when I noticed that this American pastime has changed a bit from my childhood.  (Or at least, for a certain munchkin I observed.)

He was probably about 6 years old, completely decked out in safety gear.

Instead of riding a bike, he was zooming around on a tiny electric motorcycle.

It was like this, except less male model and more safety gear.

It was like this, except less male model and more helmet-y.


The best part… his mom was trailing along behind him.  In a golf cart.

Oh, rich South Floridians.  You never cease to entertain me!

Tea Nerdery

You know how I work in a tea shop?  And how I want to own my own tea shop one day?  One would think it’s safe to assume that I like tea, right?  You’d be correct.  I am a tea nerd.

Well, over the weekend, I discovered this CUUUUUUUTE little shop that sells all sorts of French country-style accessories.  It’s got soaps, lotions, stationery, towels, and gifts.

And guess what else… tea and accessories!

So I bought this

How could I say non?

How could I say non?


And I also bought the tea* that I brewed and poured into it: Rooibos Provence.  It’s rooibos, rosehips, currants, rose leaves, lavender, and blueberries.  No caffeine (because I want a nap).  It’s the closest I’ll get to France anytime soon.  Mmmm…  🙂




*Ok, technically rooibos is not a tea because it’s not camellia sinensis (the actual tea plant).  Shhhh….  Details, schmetails.

Ah-maze-ing Adventures

Anticipating a leisurely, relaxing day off (!!) from work, I’d stayed out rather late the night before with the boyfriend.  Fortunately, I didn’t have any demanding activities on the schedule.  But I did have one new adventure planned.

A new friend (!!) had told me about a local meditation thing that was happening, organized by a yoga teacher whose class I’d taken on an earlier Florida visit.  I’m not particularly good at sitting still, turning off my brain, and meditating, but this was a labyrinth meditation, so I was intrigued.  There were 5 of us who met at this outdoor labyrinth.  It looked like this:

Ta dah!

Ta dah!


Fun fact: I learned the difference between a maze and a labyrinth.  (Plus: I also learned how to spell labyrinth correctly!  That “y” throws me off.)  Anyhoo, a maze is a puzzle with multiple routes and dead ends and such.  A labyrinth, on the other hand, has a single, winding path that leads to the center.  If you follow it, you can’t make a wrong turn.

To do a labyrinth meditation, as I understand it, you stand at the entrance and set an intention.  You can ask God/the Universe/your guides/angels/whatever you believe in a burning question, or ask for a general message or guidance.  Then you take a few deep breaths, and start walking the path.  Theoretically, by the time you reach the center, you should have your answer or message.  You take a few quiet moments at the center, then turn around and follow the same path back out to the entrance.

I personally didn’t experience any ah ha! moments or receive the secrets of the Universe, but I did feel a lot of love and peace.  It was quite nice.

If you are interested, you can find a labyrinth near you at the World-Wide Labyrinth Locator.

I hope you all have an ah-maze-ing weekend!  See you Monday!!



TBT Take Two

When I packed all my stuff into storage in LA in preparation for my big move to Florida for 6 months, I discovered 3 rolls of film in my desk.  Film!?! you say.  That stuff still exists?  Why yes.  35 mm film, to be exact.

This stuff



So while I was still in LA, I brought the film down the street to my local CVS to be developed.  I was curious.  I had joined the digital camera revolution many years back, so I had no idea what was on the rolls, or cassettes as they’re apparently called.

After waiting about 15 minutes for an actual human to help me (I really disliked that drug store!), the employee informed me that they sent out the photos for processing, and it would take about 2-3 weeks.

*Record scratch*

2-3 weeks?  I was only in LA 4 more days.  Dang.

Well, I schlepped the film back to Florida (in my carry-on luggage! not the checked bag exposed to those super-strength x-rays!), dropped them off at Walgreens (only had to wait 10 minutes for a human this time!), and picked them up one week and $40 later.

One of the rolls was completely unuseable.  I think it was the one that hadn’t been in a plastic, airtight canister for 8 years.  Oops.

The other two were pictures from college!  Awww!!  What a good Throwback Thursday!!

Here’s a couple of my dance rehearsal from 2006 for your amusement.  They are sufficently blurry and grainy (and oddly brownish) to look ancient:

ducks 1

So dramatic, y'all...

So dramatic, y’all…


Good times…




Feelin’ the Love

I know V-Day is over.  All the pink and red and heart-covered trinkets are now on sale in the stores.  But I’m going to prolong the subject of love and relationships a little longer.  That’s totally cool, right?  I still have chocolate left.  It’s like I’m still celebrating, kinda?

Seriously, though, I read a really interesting article on relationships called “How to Pick Your Life Partner.”  Before you yawn and click on the back button of your browser, you gotta give it a chance.  Here, I’ll make it easy for you to make an informed decision about how much you want to read it.  The first two paragraphs go:

Valentine’s Day is really two holidays bundled up in one. For people in a relationship, it’s “Celebrate Your Relationship Day.” For single people, it’s “You’re Alone and Unloved Again This Year Aren’t You Day.” It’s the one holiday that actively taunts an entire group of people.

Christmas used to make Jewish children cry until the first half of the 20th Century, when Hanukkah turned into Jewish Christmas and solved the problem. And patriotic holidays like Thanksgiving and Columbus Day will always cause a few tantrums because they happen to celebrate genocide. But only Valentine’s Day causes mass depression.”

It’s a really great perspective on happy vs unhappy relationships vs being single.  Good stuff.  And if you like it as much as I do, here’s Part 2.  If you’re in a relationship/marriage that meets all the criteria in Part 2, that’s pretty darn awesome.  Can I be you when I grow up?

If you have any thoughts on “How to Pick Your Life Partner, ” either Part 1 or 2, please do share.  I’d be interested in your opinion.

Update: Tea and Presidents

Hiya!  Hope everybody had a nice weekend!!  Was it a looong, 3 day weekend?  Yeah, me neither.  Those lucky kids and postal workers and bank tellers who didn’t have to go into work/school yesterday!  Thanks presidents!!  Although I’m not sure which presidents to thank

I don’t exactly have weekends off in my job as a “tea tender” (get it? like bartender but with tea?? I just learned this title and think it’s awesome.  And I do get to fix people a drink and occasionally listen to their problems.  Tea tender.  <<chortles>>  That’s genius).  ANYhoo, I have Tuesdays and Thursdays off.  But the nice thing about that is that Monday is kinda = my Friday.  So I can enjoy it, probably more than most people with regular work schedules.  (They’re the ones that come in on Mondays, looking bleary-eyed, requesting larger coffees and extra shots of espresso in their lattes.)

Yesterday at the tea shop was rather slow.  I think a lot of customers were thrown off by the semi-holiday status, in that most people still had to work but the kids were off school.  I think people were trying to entertain their kids instead of coming in to visit us and get tea (and coffee and baked goods and yummy sammiches.)  Oh well.  I got to chat a little longer than usual with some nice folks, which was cool, too.  And the ones we did get were pretty good tippers.  Yay!  Saving up for my own tea shop one day!!

Happy V-Day!!

Secretly, I’m a 10-year-old.  Oh crap, now my secret’s out.

Anyway, this year I am giving Snoopy Valentines to my (newish) coworkers.

Vday Cards

I’ve only eaten 4 of the chocolates so far. Oh wait, no, make that 5.


My real Valentine is working a double shift today.  (He’s a server at a super awesome, busy, farm-to-table restaurant.)  I’m hoping he’ll make extra tips because people will be ordering extra appetizers and drinks and desserts, and maybe they’ll be in extra generous moods because they’re feeling amorous.  Who knows?  We’re going to do something low-key a different day, which is my preference anyway.

But I’m going to drop off a Snoopy Valentine and a chocolate for him with the hostess so he gets it at the beginning of his shift.  Shhh… don’t tell him!


Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone!  Regardless of your relationship status, I hope you all have a good weekend with lots of love!!