Esselon

So this morning our lovely building manager scheduled a plumber to come fix our kitchen sink (which we've been asking them to do for months)at 8am; so in order to get ready for work in time I got up nice and early so I could leave the apartment before he got there. Also wanted to leave in the rare case that the building manager came along with the plumber and noticed that more than one person was living in apartment....

Now that Mr.Matt has a job, the car is no longer available so I took the bus to Hadley today and since I was getting there so early I went to Esselon for breakfast. While I was waiting at the bus stop a young woman (young but older than me) handed me a pamphlet and told me"I'm handing these out to people waiting at the bus stop). My good judgement told me I didn't want this, but I thought maybe just possibly this had some important information about riding the PVTA. I was wrong, it was of course the only other possibe anwer: JESUS. I remember working at Herrell's we would find these little religious comic books all over Thorne's that were about how we're all going to Hell.

Is Northampton in dire need of being saved? Are we going to hell for harboring strong women and gays? Obviously I don't agree, but I was afraid if I said no thank you to her Jesus book that it would turn into some sort of argument. I could've mentioned to her that my sister is a nun therefor she prays enough for the both of us....

So as if my day didn't start out weird enough, then I go to Esselon where I think I'm safe. As usual the same people are working behind the counter, I always wondered if they notice me as a regular even though I'm only there twice a week (compared to the twice a day visits to Woodstar). Well today I got my answer, the unusually friendly barista went out of his way again to ask me how I was doing and served me my ice coffee. I thought I was in the clear, so I sat down with my laptop and of course I couldn't get on the wireless. So I had to ask them for help, which I think is what prompted the next interesting item of the day. After I was doing my daily blog checking I remembered that I had to pee ever since I got on the bus, so on my way to the bathroom ever friendly barista got my attention again. I thought maybe he was going to mention something about the internet, or just a funny tidbit, but no. Instead he decided to ever tarnish my future visits to Esselon by telling me that he just HAD to tell me that him and his co-worker were talking behind my back about how beautiful I was and that he thought it would be rude if he didn't tell me....

Maybe I'm bad at taking compliments, which could be shown through my reaction of stuttering,"ummm...thank you..." and turning and walking to the bathroom; is it just me or is that so awkward?