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So this woman kept starting — and glaring — at me when I was getting my soy latte this morning. It was really quite hostile, not just curiosity. So I pointed at her from across the room, pointed at the baby lying next to her in the stroller, and make a throat-slitting gesture. That stopped the staring immediately.
The barista was making my drink. She speaks with a Ukrainian accent which I will entirely inadequately represent through the use of italics.
“So how is your day?”
“Good so far, the apocalypse hasn't come yet.”
“Oh, that's nice, isn't it?”
“Yes.”
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