enough of the drama already.

so one of my friends has brought it to my attention recently that most of my posts as of late are all melancholy (who the crap knows how to spell that stoopid word) and melodramatic tales of heartbreak and despair. and i am hear to tell you, my faithful reader, the Truth.

heartbreak and sadness are really not the entirity of my life. i promise. in fact, they make up less than the majority. i guess it's just that i am moved to write here when heartbreaking things occur moreso than when they do not, but for what reasons i am unsure. it's probably a time issue. although i would love to entertain you with hilarious stories of starbucks mystery and intrigue, those stories are not important enough for me to spend my sweet time writing. at least not now. though i will give you one to hold you over until next time.

today i was in the backroom preparing a bucket of sanitized rags. i came out onto the floor, and my fellow employee (Katie) happened to be ringing up a customer. i heard the customer's request for a venti mild coffee, so i went to pour it, and the customer said to Katie as i am grabbing the cup (i am not making this up), "I want YOU to pour it."

i didn't hear the request at first, but Katie stopped me to tell me that the customer wanted her to get the drink instead of me. i'm sure i looked as perplexed as the pillsbury doughboy at a bakery (i mean come on, it's a CUP OF COFFEE) as i stepped away from the brewing station. the woman then said to me, "Sorry, but i'm a nurse. I don't know if you were cleaning and if you had washed your hands recently."

what? who does that? i totally felt like a criminal. like i had cooties. i mean, what about Katie? you didn't see KATIE wash her hands before she handled your GERM-ridden MONEY? what the crap. that's racist.

now, i won't say for sure that it was the Lord, but right after she exited the store, the same woman discovered that she had locked herself out of her car, with her three year old daughter still inside. it almost required a phone call to the police department, but the toddler figured out how to unlock the door before that kind of action was necessary.

oh, the irony!

you worry about germs so much, but you leave your very young child (who probably has many germs all over her hands) alone in the car.

it just reminded me of the lengths that God will go to sometimes to humble us. i only bring up this story for fun, because really this kind of stuff happens to me all the time.