I think I've said it somewhere here on my blog, that I can be quite a bit of a tender heart. It's true and I really wish that I could be more smart@s$y face to face to people who kinda deserve a bit of a taco kick.
Here is what went down on Monday morning in a locally owned coffee/doughnut shop. FYI, this place has coffee that is much better than Starbucks. There, I said it and I mean it. And it's a bit cheaper too. I can go to this place and get one coffee and one doughnut and spend roughly $2.50. And the coffee is a bottomless cup which, normally, I will jack myself up on at least 4-8 cups when I go there so I totally get my $2.50 worth of coffee.
Anyway, I was there with boy baby who was being such a ham and waving at everyone and just being his happy and normal self. I was hoping to catch my niece and mother in law and father in law there but I missed them by roughly 15 minutes. Good news is that Cowboy and Harley were there so at least I had someone familiar to chat with. These old men have names but for the life of me I just can't remember Harley's name and since I can't remember his name, I choose to not remember Cowboy's name. It's just more fun to say Harley and Cowboy were there. They are friends of father/mother in law.
Anyway as I am chatting it up with the old men I notice a couple who are sitting on the other side of boy baby and myself. They are cooing over boy baby and of course I'm probably as proud as his mother so I'm all, "Yeah, he's great. Thank you." and all of those accolades.
Anyway, I figure the girl is safe enough to talk to and well, since as soon as I walked into the place my brain was all, "Hey this girl looks familiar. I wonder where I know her from." I spoke up. I said to her that she looked familiar and I wonder where I've seen her before. She responded with something to the nature of, 'who knows'. Only I don't really remember what she said but that was kinda what she said, I think.
Then I told her that my brain doesn't remember things like important telephone numbers of where I put my keys but for some reason if I see someone at McDonald's and a week later I see them at Chick Fil A I remember the Chick Fil A person was at McDonald's a few weeks ago.
Maybe I told her too much because she said, "What are you a weird-o?".
I don't know why but that kinda stung and embarrassed me. I wanted to reply with a 'It takes one to know one' but I refrained and cowered into my coffee and talking with Cowboy and Harley.
Anyway, my brain needs a rest.