The Starbucks that I go to is cursed.
I left my usual Starbs on Larchmont, because they fired my favorite barista.
I have relocated to the one on Highland and Wilshire, due to its convenience for my daily commute.
I recently took a survey, that took quite some time so I could share my love for this Starbs location.
Ever since the survey, everything has gone down hill.
Last friday, as I was getting into my car, a man approached my window.
“I just wanted to let you know, a Mazda just hit your car.”
I just got my new car, which I refer to as the Black Mamba… How could this happen!
Of course he did not get a photo or the license plate, so every morning before work, I am walking around this parking lot trying to find scratch marks on a Mazda.
What is my life?
Before I walked in this morning, I see a Mazda.
I go to survey the scene when a homeless man approaches me.
I said thank you and thought, “i’ll take the compliment this friday morning.”
As I waited in line, I see a woman wearing the exact same outfit as me.
That’s cute, even though she was holding her child, and i’m 23….
All of a sudden the homeless man comes out of nowhere, and asks me what my name is.
I told him Mary and shook his hand.
Funny thing was, that when I got my iced coffee, they said Lisa.