i've been told by a number of co-workers that the nuclear business has a whole different time frame. i've been told by a number of other southerners that people talk slow and do most things slow, which i enjoy as a change of pace. to a point.
coming here has made me realize just how edgy i am. skittish at times. and has exacerbated one of my biggest flaws-- impatience.
it might just be the washingtonian in me, but no one here drives worth a damn. they go the speed limit (which i'm sure my mother wants to hear), and they don't know how to merge. they don't do it in a speedy manner when they attempt to merge. driving back from target in anderson, SC (35 minutes away) a van-mother (refer to vanned post from march) STOPPED ON THE HIGHWAY to attempt to move into the right lane. how does she not understand that you have to merge with the flow of traffic and that people will not slow down on the highway to wait for a terrible van to get in front of them? *yes, that was an angry run-on sentence.
sorry team, i honked. and then i angrily shifted the jeep.
another anecdote that some of you have heard and some haven't: the starbucks here. number 1, it is in a college town and opened just under a year ago. uncharted barista territory, making for not good baristas. 2: while not expecting the service to quite as speedy as sammamish, i was anticipating the drinks to be correct. false. i have not gotten a beverage correctly while at this starbucks and i have also had to repeat my order at least twice every time i go. my patience runs thin. and then i just feel like a jerk.
while going to starbucks yesterday, it was the perfect storm: i imbibed a little too much with some co-workers on friday and needed some coffee. unfortunately i couldn't get out of bed to make the drive to clemson until 3. not good. i'm thinking to myself, "drive thru--might be speedy." i also think, "all i'm getting is an americano-- shot of espresso and water. the barista has to push one button and fill with boiling water. just about the easiest drink to make."
but no. i pay for my drink and this young guy takes my money. mind you, i haven't showered and look like garbage. i can also see a drink right next to the guy as he closes the window after giving me the credit card back. i know it's mine. i just know it.
he opens the window again, i'm straight up boring a hole into the drink on the counter next to the register, and he then commences to hit on me for two minutes. what i've been up to, what i'm doing later today, weather, blah blah blah. JUST GIVE ME MY DRINK. i end the conversation, and he closes the window. i wait.
he then looks nonchalantly to his right and grabs my americano.
i listened to a beyonce song and a kanye west song on the radio during the whole starbucks debacle. that's about 7 minutes. i was also the only one in the drive thru.
the south is testing my patience. it will be good for me, i guess.
2 comments:
I'm sorry that it came at your expense, but I was dying laughing when we chatted about the starbucks and road rage on Saturday. Just don't get another strike, I don't know if I can be friends with someone who has two strikes for attempting to buy beer in the middle of nowhere.
marcus would sing you this song, "have patience, have patience, don't be in such a hurry. remember, remember, you never have to worry..." there's more, but I'll spare you.
i can't even imagine the starbucks experience. i get irritated in the tri-cities. perhaps i should move before it's too late.
oh, and you shouldn't honk in the south. that crazy van mom probably has guns strapped up in the back behind the kids, maybe even with the words, "YANKEE" posted on there somewhere.
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