I had to kill some time this morning while I waited for my son to drop his car off at the Tint Factory. So, although I dislike doing it, I decided to buy a coffee this morning, at a Starbucks. I order my drink and the order taker asks me, “Boy or a girl?”
I’m almost never surprised, but I didn’t even see this question coming. “I’m sorry?”
I’m thinking to myself, who cares if the coffee is a boy or girl, I’m going to drink it, not buy clothing and dress it. (That could be a thing on the West Coast, I’m not ruling it out)
She says again, “Boy or a girl?” and all I can do is look confused. Then she says, “Your dog! Boy or a girl?”
***Understanding dawns****
Apparently Thor wanted to order, too, and he had his head behind mine looking at the camera. They gave him some sort of puppy latte or doggy chino thing.
