And then there is the staff. They take care of me. They see the dazed look in my eyes and make it all go away. Or we have a conversation like I did today.
Me: Ummm, hmmmm, I guess I'll have a gingerbread loaf and, um, a Tall Italian.
Female Barista: If only we had some good tall Italians...
Male (cutie) Barista: I'm a tall Italian.
Me: Then we're set!
FB: I would go on but it may become inappropriate quickly.
MB: Next time...
Me: *giggle like a school girl*
Now how can you have a terrible day after that?