Wickenburg, Arizona 3-27-08
Photo Credit: me
I TOTALLY forgot to share this story. So yesterday I was at a Starbucks (one I've only bought a coffee at, never sat down for 4 hours and worked on something like I did yesterday) and I'm working on a whole new markbaratelli.com (I know, you're thrilled, right? Shut up. I think it looks hot.) and out of nowhere, this girl who is standing behind me (I am seated, diligently working on my laptop) laughs... and she f***ing spits Mocha-Frappa-Whatever ALL OVER MY BACK and my table, my arms and a bit on my laptop screen. Go ahead and laugh. It's funny as hell. I was in shock, like I had just been mugged. I turn around and the girl runs into the bathroom.
She has a friend though. I acknowledge that I have been spit upon. haha. I don't know what I say but it's something stupid probably. The spatting girl came out of the bathroom after she calmed down and apologized and then... left with her friend.
I got my own napkins, I wiped her Mocha-Spit off my sweater (which hasn't been cleaned in weeks anyways) and sit down to my laptop... and there's her Mocha-Spit on my screen. I ge up again and wipe the screen off. Then I see her spit-speckles here and there on the arms of my sweater, the table, the keyboard... it's just surreal.
Someone spat all over me at a Starbucks.