Starbucks. Every morning. Same drink. Every morning. Same baristas. Almost every morning.
This morning was a relatively new girl. I’ve only seen her maybe twice before. She’s nice enough, pleasant at the drive through, no problems.
Until this morning.
I pull up to the window, and in a gravelly voice she says, “How you doin’?” (because I live in Jersey, where we all talk like this) I say, “Good! How you doin’?”
And she says,
Oh my God, I am so sick!
Okay, is it just me? Do you want the person who is mixing your drink, without gloves on, putting your lid on your cup – you know, the lid that will eventually touch your mouth – announcing that she’s sick? And not just “sick” but “so sick”?
Honey, could you do me a favor? Stay the hell home or tell me you have a gravelly voice because you stayed up all night drinking and smoking cigarettes. Or cigars. I’d much rather leave the drive through window shaking my head at some crazy kid who had the energy to stay up drinking and smoking and still make it for an early shift at work than scrambling to find my anti-bacterial gels, wipes, and sprays.
Ugh. And me without a flu shot.
I’ve been fighting off a cold for about a week. Honestly, if it were up to me, I’d rather be knocked on my butt sick than catch a cold. Because a cold is just a cold, and you should be able to function. Right?
So last night the sinus pain got to the point where I needed to take something. Because my snuffly nose has kept me up the past few nights, I opted for a NyQuil, knowing that NyQuil for me is not a good thing. It makes me SOOOOO tired.
On the plus side, I slept until 8:30 this morning. I NEVER sleep until 8:30 in the morning. On the negative side, I woke up exhausted. I got the kids some breakfast, managed to get myself dressed – in clothes that matched, but weren’t winning any beauty pageants. I was supposed to go shopping with my friend Sandi, and was secretly thrilled when she suggested tomorrow instead 🙂 I went to Starbucks to get my coffee (I said I was sick, not dying), then went to WalMart for one thing (I don’t remember what that one thing was, but I spent over $200 and I’m certain I came home without that one thing).
And when I got home, I crashed. I put my head down on the sofa for just a minute, and the next thing I knew, it was 4:30 in the afternoon!
And I still feel tired.
I’m getting ready to head up to bed – freshly made by my marvelous husband, who did laundry today while I slept.
Because the daily grind starts again tomorrow. And it’s only a cold, so I should be able to function.