QUAD, Please.
Thinking about opening up the Keith Richards' bio the old lady bought me for Christmas and looking at more than just the pictures. Trying to figure out if it's fiction or non-fiction. Hard to believe that the hotel where he wrote the riff for "Satisfaction" is now owned and operated by the Scientologists.
But first, I made a trip to Starbucks. Cassie wasn't working there tonight, which means I had to actually stand there and SLOWLY give the chick my order. When Cassie is working and sees me coming, my beverage is ready before I order. Cassie is a good egg and treats her regulars like loved ones. But alas, I had some newbie barista pulling counter duty and quad was not yet in her vocabulary. So, I grabbed my beverages and a couple of tiramisus, and headed home to the old lady.
All is quiet on the battlefront. The young punk must have shot his wad and is waiting to reload.
Ain't it the Troof?
But first, I made a trip to Starbucks. Cassie wasn't working there tonight, which means I had to actually stand there and SLOWLY give the chick my order. When Cassie is working and sees me coming, my beverage is ready before I order. Cassie is a good egg and treats her regulars like loved ones. But alas, I had some newbie barista pulling counter duty and quad was not yet in her vocabulary. So, I grabbed my beverages and a couple of tiramisus, and headed home to the old lady.
All is quiet on the battlefront. The young punk must have shot his wad and is waiting to reload.
Ain't it the Troof?