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Diamonds on the Soles of her Shoes



I’m listening to Paul Simon right now and it makes me feel as happy as a herd of turtles in the rain. I love this song.

I went to Starschmucks, received a free tall peppermint mocha. It’s funny every time I go there’s this guy there who always tries to convince me to purchase something with caramel. Even if I order a sandwich. He asks me, “Would you like caramel with that?” I said, “It’s a sandwich.” He says, “Yeah, if you put some on the underside of the bun it tastes really good.”
I took his suggestion one day. It was really good.

But today when I requested a peppermint mocha he said, “alright” and on my way out, “Merry Christmas!” Huh. No caramel. Each time I pay for my coffee he asks, “How is the service today?” And he winks his eye, to which I reply, “It’s terrible. I can’t believe you would have me wait so long!” And I slap the counter. To this he always smiles at me and says, “Ms. how about Starbucks pays for your coffee today in compensation for poor service?” And I agree. But for some reason tonight, none of that happened. May sound odd, but it caught me off guard.

Anyways, I should stick to the subject and write about why ‘diamonds on the soles of her shoes’ is so important. Today I received an odd request, ‘would you draw me diamonds on the soles of my feet for a tattoo?’ I smiled, yes. So now I’m drawing up yet another design. I was thinking something like, a circle with a diamond in the middle to which she can have placed on the sole of her foot on the heal and it can say wrapped around the diamond, “diamond on the sole of this shoe”. But I have a few ideas o which I’ll draw up quick.

Anyways, Merry Christmas everyone.

Ps- I sat on Santa’s lap yesterday in the mall. I got some strange looks and when I walked away a little girl walked up to me and said, “Aren’t you a little old to believe in Santa?” I gave her quite the puzzled look and said, “Aren’t you a little young to be telling me not to believe in Santa?” It was pretty amusing though, I was dressed in my long duffle and suede shoes, gloves, the works.

Cheers

ps- watch out for the content in the following, if you're a Starschmucks lover it could be blasphemous



http://www.illwillpress.com/coffeehouse.html
http://www.laserp.com/fun_stuff/star_schmucks.htm

Comments: (1)

stepaside - January 15th, 2007 I happen to work at (and we do refer to it as) Starschmucks, here in blighty, and yes, we are obliged to ask you a fairly large selection of oblique questions on the off-chance that your options may have escaped you. For a vast global conglomerate, they treat their employees here really well. What does however bother me, on the flipside of the coin I assume you to be seated upon, is the manner in which delightless yupsters and their ilk contemplate and extol their orders in the most pretenscious manner possible - as if they're more concerned with how they look when they're ordering their extra hot extra shot skinny wet decaf caramel mac, than what the corruscating boiled fluid that they administer in such an intravenous manner actuall consists of. I shan't rant, it's not worthy of anybody, but if there's one thing that is clear, caffeine and sugar does not make for nice people...

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