You know when you're at the grocery store and you're semi-frantically stuffing your crap back in your wallet and balancing your lunch in one hand so you have a free hand to get the door? No? Well, er, that's me. Often. And today, at Kiva, Suzi and I were babbling about LOLcats and covers while she bought her snacky sticks, and I think the cashier said something nice to us. But iced coffee was numbing my fingers and the coldness was spreading to my brain, I think, because it took about three minutes for it to register as a compliment. At least I'd managed to smile.
So thanks, Kiva Guy! That was nice.
P.S. While I'm thinking about nice cashiers and such, I'd like to sing the praises of the ladies of the Novella CafÃ©, who make my every coffee run just that much better â€”Â even when they're out of cinnamon sugar bagels.