First, a co-worker quit. He’s one of those jerk-on-the-outside-teddy-bear-on-the-inside types (and no bringing up the fact that I hate teddy bears!). Since I knew he was quitting as soon as he had a good job lined up, and I know that he’s the one that steals my Pepperidge Farms Milano double chocolate cookies (I know because he brazenly steals and eats them IN FRONT OF ME), I prepared and bought a second package of Milanos and hid them in one of my drawers under a pile of old grocery bags.

So, this after noon he tells me that today was his last day working there, and I jump up and grab the bag out of the drawer and hand them to him. He gives me the “what’s the crazy lady doing?” look until I explain that I’ve been holding onto them until I knew he was going and they’re a parting gift. Would you believe that this big, mean, Sicilian pirate from Philly comes over and hugs me before he left? Awwwww.

So, after work I hit the grocery store. End up striking up a conversation with the two people behind the deli counter. THEN I end up somehow crossing paths with the same couple over and over and over… And yes, I know that that’s common. What’s not common is that the other person/people turn out to be friendly and joke about it with you. So, I’m getting near the end of the store, the couple passes me again and then suddenly stop and grin at me. The wife looks at me and says “Well, we have to go home now, so have a good evening!”. *lol* There was a bit more banter involving weekends, Christmas, New Years, etc, and then they were on their way.

So I’m already late finishing up the groceries and get in line. Next thing you know, I end up chatting to the cashier. We end up so deep in conversation that actually walked with me to the door still talking! I kid you not! In fact, she started to go back to her station several times, and then come back to tell me something else. *lol* All in all, groceries took about 45 minutes longer than usual, but I had a blast!

So today we met up at a Starbucks and got (wonderful) feta and spinach stuffed pretzels and the coffee of our choice (always a Caramel Mocha for me) and sat down to chat. While we were sitting, there a motorcycle pulled up and the man took off his helmet and walked inside. We didn’t pay much attention. A few minutes later, a second motorcycle pulled up, and the man didn’t take off his helmet. Girl #1 (I’m not mentioning names here) remarked that the helmet made the guy look like a stormtrooper. I agreed, and then we noticed that the guy didn’t take off his helmet before heading towards the door. Girl #1 mentioned this. The first guy (who apparently had sat down at the table directly behind us) spoke up and said “he will. Just as soon as he gets in here.” Now Girl #1 is embarrassed and trying to save face, while I’m laughing. Before we could turn around, the second guy walks in, still helmeted, and heads to the table behind us. That’s right, the table that the first biker was sitting at. The first biker looks at the helmeted biker and tells him how Girl #1 said that the helmet made guy #2 look like a stormtrooper.

At this point I’m all but on the floor laughing, Girl #1 has turned so red you could have set her on a street corner and used her at a stop sign, and we’ve all lost track of girl #2. Guy #2 is apparently quite tall and we were sitting, so he walks over (still helmeted) and literally looms over Girl #1. My mouth is actually hanging open waiting to hear what he’s going to say.

After a brief pause, I hear “*deep breath* I am not your father”.