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This is a story that, at some point, I have probably told here but can't remember. It's a slightly amusing story and I'm tired so I thought I'd tell it. So...
Many moons ago I was a young girl of 16-ish working at my third job as a waitress in a hip little cafe. I waited tables and sold expensive, pretty tea sets to people who could afford expensive, pretty tea sets- I encountered a young customer.
Now, this young man was older than me, maybe 19, and was completely devoid of personality or a sense of humor. He came in, browsed for awhile, deflected my salesmanship with stern apathy. Finally he had made his selections and brought them to the counter to check out.
He unceremoniously dumped about 10 boxes of expensive, imported Earl Grey tea in front of me. I decided to try and make small talk while I wrote his ticket and rang up the tea.
Me: "Wow, you must really like Earl Grey! I love it also."
I wasn't lying- I do love Earl Grey.
Him: "No, I think it's nasty."
Me:
"Oh, then it's a gift?" 
Him: "No."
So, now I am perplexed. He hates Earl Grey and it isn't a gift- why the Hell is he buying 10 boxes of the most expensive kind we have?
Me: "So, now I'm curious. If you don't like it and it isn't a gift why are you buying it at all?"
Him: "I figure if it's good enough for Captain Picard it's good enough for me."
This is where I made the mistake of thinking he was kidding and I laughed out loud. Hysterically almost.
He leveled a stare at me the could have crushed mountains. My laughter died abruptly.
Me: "Uhhhmm... you weren't joking?"
Him: "No."
He then snatched his bag of Trekkie goodness and stormed out never to be seen again.
Many moons ago I was a young girl of 16-ish working at my third job as a waitress in a hip little cafe. I waited tables and sold expensive, pretty tea sets to people who could afford expensive, pretty tea sets- I encountered a young customer.
Now, this young man was older than me, maybe 19, and was completely devoid of personality or a sense of humor. He came in, browsed for awhile, deflected my salesmanship with stern apathy. Finally he had made his selections and brought them to the counter to check out.
He unceremoniously dumped about 10 boxes of expensive, imported Earl Grey tea in front of me. I decided to try and make small talk while I wrote his ticket and rang up the tea.
Me: "Wow, you must really like Earl Grey! I love it also."
I wasn't lying- I do love Earl Grey.Him: "No, I think it's nasty."
Me:
"Oh, then it's a gift?" Him: "No."
So, now I am perplexed. He hates Earl Grey and it isn't a gift- why the Hell is he buying 10 boxes of the most expensive kind we have?
Me: "So, now I'm curious. If you don't like it and it isn't a gift why are you buying it at all?"
Him: "I figure if it's good enough for Captain Picard it's good enough for me."
This is where I made the mistake of thinking he was kidding and I laughed out loud. Hysterically almost.
He leveled a stare at me the could have crushed mountains. My laughter died abruptly.
Me: "Uhhhmm... you weren't joking?"
Him: "No."
He then snatched his bag of Trekkie goodness and stormed out never to be seen again.
sorry only green hair, unless I'm carsick *
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