#coffeefail

There are a number of seats in my local Starbucks that are not ideal to sit in.

Too close to the service station & you get bumped. Too close to the door & you get bumped. Too close to the pick-up counter & you get to have a sponge bath on the spot. 

I learned the last one this morning.

While having a lovely chat with Taryn (thank god not a new client), I was the lucky recipient of a frappuccino®!

Oh wait - it wasn't in a cup.

Having it fly directly from the machine over the counter and land smack on me was far more entertaining for this sunny Thursday morning crowd! Maybe this was the 10,000th frappuccino® made today & the machine wanted to throw a party? Maybe Ashton was there all along, but too busy enjoying the cake pops to know the punk went down... 

Either way, nothing beats standing at the counter giving myself a sponge bath in public while still dressed. FUN!! Oh wait, then when I asked Taryn if I had sopped up most of it, she got to point out the big ol' splat on my boob. Of course! Silly me thinking it only attacked my right arm & torso, how in the world could it miss my chest! (insert your own joke here)

So, now sopping & smelling of coffee with a hint of cream, I sat... I finished my own tall mild and hoped that my light grey sweater (I know, not black! what was I thinking today?!) would dry enough to be able to put on my still clean coat. Taryn & I weighed the options of going shirtless, but I don't think my fellow coffee drinkers were quite ready for that so early in the am. What with the sun shining and my rockstar winter tan, I probably would have blinded everyone. 

I did recieve an apology from the barista and the actual intended recipient of the drink. I think he kinda felt left out of the party... and an offer to pay my dry cleaning... and some awesome glares from new comers to the party that thought I must've had a knock down brawl with my coffee cup (and it won)... but, no Ashton ;(