Nothing Happened

Dear America,

Nothing really happened today.

Love,

Brian

So nothing really happened today. Could my good mood be due to the fact that the only people that I saw today were good friends? Isn't it amazing that these people we see all the time and that we talk to almost everyday can say the same things that others say and we just laugh?

For instance, Kacey is my best friend. If she wanted coffee and asked for Splender, I would only smile. Why is that? Is it because I feel that because I know her she deserves a pass? She knows my pet peeves, she knows for instance that I believe the salt and pepper belong on the stove. Why you may ask? Well when you cook you need salt and pepper. So they belong on the stove. That is their home, in my mind that is where they are most comfortable. If they are on the stove, they are eaiser to find. I cannot understand how I came to this conclusion as no one in my family keeps the salt and pepper on the stove, but I do. Kacey knows this and she understands this. To others, they go nuts. All of my college roommates could not understand this, and I do not think that any roommates I have had since college have understood this, with the exception of Kacey. Others would fight and argue and move the salt and pepper. It would drive them crazy that I would move it back, but not Kacey. She would smile, make a joke, and put it back. Do I get a pass because I speak Kacey?

Why is it that sometimes random people can push our buttons. All of my past observations and rants on this blog have delt with strangers. With the way they speak and the way that they act. Some were rants that were well deserves...who calls a donut Barbarian Cream..... and some not so much....Do you really need that muffin..... but they were all strangers that bothered me.

If one of my best friends came into my store and snatched money out of my hand, said that they needed something or stood in line for 15 min while they decided what they wanted, I would have no problem. Is it love? Maybe. It could be that I can do to my family and friends what I want when I am done. You see when the lady who orders the barbarian cream donut orders, I have to smile and hand her the donut. I have to keep a strong hand on Brianna Ross as she wants to say... "

You FOOL! Do you even hear what you are saying. You know what, no donut for you! Stupid

people cannot have donuts.!"

I cannot say this to Ms Whatshername, but i can call my friend up and make fun of them for their slip up. I can go home and hit them upside the head and say

"Seriously! You felt the need to stand there for 15 min trying to figure out what you wanted. Is our wall o donuts to extensive for you? Is there too much choice, cause I can pair it down for you. You know what, you can only choose between glazed and chocolate glazed!"

Could you imagine what would happen if I said that to a customer? It would almost be worth it. :) So I guess we have come to the conclusion that it could be love, or it could be the simple fact that I can do to my friends what I can't do to my customers :)