February 24th, 2011
Today I ordered a latte at lunch time, and when I went to drink it, I noticed it looked a little funny.
There was NO espresso in it. Hmmm, I know that I’m not an expert (although I did work as a barista for a few years), but I ordered a latte, NOT a steamer.
Dave encouraged me to go back and “flip a lid” (his phrase), which is not my style. I have gone back before to address things, so I’m not scared of standing up for myself and getting what I paid for. But today I wasn’t really in the mood to go back. I was in a good mood, and so I laughed at it. If I was unusually fiery or grumpy, I would have spoken up (respectfully, of course). But people make mistakes–I know I make them all the time.
Also, it was around the time that I discovered there was no espresso in my latte that I discovered that Alexei Kovalev is now a Pittsburgh Penguin…again.
I like to think that the Pens sacrificed a 7th round draft pick for Kovalev and I sacrificed a latte. It’s all about perspective.
But Shannon helped me rectify the problem.
Coffee, meet steamed soy milk. Steamed soy milk, meet coffee.
After work, I met Ashley for a quick run then went to the local running store to pick up race packets for Brynna and me.
I found this gem inside:
That’s unfortunate. And we all know I need another long-sleeved blue running shirt.
As I was leaving the store, it took me forever to get out of the parking lot and those kinds of things will put me in a really sour mood (glad I had the latte issue this afternoon and not this evening!). I kept mumbling to myself about how a little bit of rain should not make you drive at a snail’s pace. And then halfway home I discovered that I didn’t have my lights on. Here I am…making mistakes, a lot worse than forgetting espresso in my latte, too!
Who’s the idiot driver now, Abby?
God clearly has things in store for me yet.
And when I arrived home I discovered that Dave made some homemade mac and cheese! What a great hubs, right?! I’m ignoring the fact that he made it for himself, and that he specifically instructed me to leave enough for his lunch tomorrow. But that’s really a good thing because I am lactose intolerant after all.
Well, I’m off to read some information about race day. I’m already feeling the butterflies in my stomach…
…no, wait. That would be the macaroni and cheese.
What’s the worst race shirt you’ve ever received?
Believe it or not, I have one worse than this. It is from my very first half marathon (and very first race!!). It’s so ugly. I’ll model it sometime for you. It’s dirty right now because I was cleaning in it (meaning: I used it as a dust rag).