Christine and I drove through a Seattle Starbucks today. I happened to have a few gift cards that I’ve been whittling away at, and when my first one came up a dollar and four pennies short, I offered up my second. It covered the bill with a penny to spare.
“Perfect!” I said.
“No,” said our cute barista. “You’re a penny short of perfect.”
“Pretty close, though.” I said.
“You’re closer than my boyfriend. He’s a half-inch short of perfect.”
And with that witty banter, and drinks in hand, we drove away. I’m sure, of course, she was thinking of his height.
Posted by: Martin McClellan
On the date of: December 31, 2005 03:32 PM