Coffee, Cheese, and Web Design

Because Emily and I are classy business type folk, we met with our amazing web designer/branding consultant at one of those Starbucks/Barnes & Noble combo's last night. In a rare show of extreme punctuality (it's ok, I made up for it this morning by driving in circles and getting to work 1.5 hours after I left my house, which is normally about 40 mins away with bad traffic), I showed up to the meeting early, and decided to treat myself with a yummy fruity white tea and a cheese and fruit plate. Here's what happened right after, while I was pouring my 12 packets of sugar into the tea:

Creepy Starbucks Dude to me: Uh. Uhhhhh. Nice cheese.

Me: too involved with trying to rip the sugar packets open without spilling on me (didn't work) to hear him. grabbed more sugar.

Creepy Starbucks Dude to me, louder: UH. NICE CHEESE.

Me: Oh, what? I'm sorry, were you speaking to me? Am I in your way? (thinking I was blocking him from the sugar since I'd been there wrestling with the packets for a couple of minutes now)

Creepy Starbucks Dude to me: No, I just said that that's some nice cheese you've got there.

Me: Oh. Uh. Than...(I can't really thank him for cheese I had nothing to do with making, right?)...yeah, it does look like nice cheese.

Creepy Starbucks Dude to me: I buy those cheese and fruit plates every morning. I always said to myself that if I found someone who liked them too, I'd know we were destined to be together.

Me (trying to laugh it off, be jokey sorta without being mean at all): Haha, oh..well...I don't know about that. (I smiled here to try and not be mean)

Creepy Starbucks Dude to me (a bit angrily, I might add): It doesn't matter if YOU know, because I know. I. Know.

And then he stormed off.

So....yeah. By this time, the Starbucks was PACKED so as soon as Emily and Cory got there, we went inside the bookstore to find a place to sit/talk/meet. Luckily, we found a nice large open space, with kiddy benches, in the middle of the children's section. We popped ourselves down on the floor, and amidst a flurry of Little Golden Books (does anyone remember these? They were around when I was a kid. I LOVED LOVED LOVED them), we talked about our Vixen Kitty.

Good times.