Spring Break a leg and Work Incident
I went down south with Cody and Chris and had fun. We stayed at a beach house owned by Cody's grandparents in San Clemente. I mainly slept, took naps, and ate. It was beautiful. If Cody and Chris lived there, I would visit them tons, it's a cool place.
Shannon- I wished I had your phone number we passed by your neck of the woods!
Today at work this old hippie man started talking at me while I fumbled with espresso drinks.
Old Man- "I just finished a book. They paid me in advance. It's called Sex, Chocolate and Yoga."
Me- "Oh? Sounds like quite a book." (while I steam milk)
Old Man- "Yeah, I've written lots of books so they pay me like you buy a house before it's built. Hey you're kinda cute."
Me- "Oh." (I was taken aback, I wasn't expecting the friendly banter to continue.)
Old Man- "Hey are you 18?"
me- "excuse me? Well, I'm a little more than 18"
Old Man- "haha well then I wouldn't be talking to you. I wouldn't if you were 16 or 17. Wow, your eyes are green! And that red hair... You're beautiful!" *
Me- "uhh."
Old man- (changed subject on his own accord) I party every three weeks. I'm 70 years old and that's the way to go.."
* As flattering as this recap may sound, it was horrific. He literally talked at a quiet yell, repeating himself over and over and all of the customers were now looking at me, deciding if they agreed or not. I turned really red.
Shannon- I wished I had your phone number we passed by your neck of the woods!
Today at work this old hippie man started talking at me while I fumbled with espresso drinks.
Old Man- "I just finished a book. They paid me in advance. It's called Sex, Chocolate and Yoga."
Me- "Oh? Sounds like quite a book." (while I steam milk)
Old Man- "Yeah, I've written lots of books so they pay me like you buy a house before it's built. Hey you're kinda cute."
Me- "Oh." (I was taken aback, I wasn't expecting the friendly banter to continue.)
Old Man- "Hey are you 18?"
me- "excuse me? Well, I'm a little more than 18"
Old Man- "haha well then I wouldn't be talking to you. I wouldn't if you were 16 or 17. Wow, your eyes are green! And that red hair... You're beautiful!" *
Me- "uhh."
Old man- (changed subject on his own accord) I party every three weeks. I'm 70 years old and that's the way to go.."
* As flattering as this recap may sound, it was horrific. He literally talked at a quiet yell, repeating himself over and over and all of the customers were now looking at me, deciding if they agreed or not. I turned really red.