I love Starbucks. I know I shouldn't. I know it's bad for me. I know I spend way too much money there. But I can't help myself. Just the thought of a Venti Vanilla Mocha with an extra shot of vanilla and whipped cream makes my mouth water, my eyes light up and my entire world a better place to be in.
The Devil Woman loves Starbucks, too. Her poison of choice is an Iced White Chocolate Latte with low fat milk and no whipped. We usually send someone for us like twice a week.
So, a few minutes ago, I hear her on the phone with Cookie. She's telling her something about her computer (Cookie's, not the Devil Woman's) and then she says, "Hey, will you stop at Starbucks and get me a coffee?" My head pops up and I stop typing to listen. She says yes a couple of times then hang up.
As she walks by my desk a minute later I say, "Did you send Cookie to Starbucks?"
She replies, completely oblivious, "Yeah, I wanted to try this new drink, so I asked her to stop on her way back."
I just stare at her. She looks kind of confused for a minute, then her eyes get wide and she says, "Oh, right. I should have asked if you wanted something." Well, DUH!
Then she goes into a whole spiel about how she wasn't thinking and blah, blah, blah. I basically blocked her out after that.
Although I do think she summed it up rather nicely with that first statement...She just wasn't thinking. But then, does she ever?
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