Stolen Drinks

So, it's been awhile. Well, really it has only been a week, but that feels like awhile when it's the summer (which it is), so I suppose it's time for me to write again... As far as a fun summer goes, so far I've been sick for most of it... yeah, so much fun there. But anyways, now that I am finally better (I think), I'm able to leave the house and do something besides watch movies all day long... Here goes my story:

So my friend and I (we will once again call her Noodles) decided to walk up to Panera to get an early dinner, or late lunch--whatever you want to call it. Like normal, she brought about two dollars, so I ended up paying for the both of us. The first thing I ordered was a wild cherry Smoothie (for Noodles) and frozen strawberry lemonade (for me). Then I ordered the rest of our food and walked over to the drink pick-up area. Right as I walked up to the counter, the guy making the drinks set down a frozen lemonade. There was no one else around, so I assumed that it was mine, except it had only been about 30 seconds since I finished placing my order, so I was a little reluctant.

And that wasn't the only problem. The frozen lemonade was the normal whitish-yellow color, and since I was almost positive I ordered the strawberry lemonade, I was assuming it would be pink. At least it was pink in the giant picture on the wall... So, I went up to the guy and asked if it was my drink. He just nodded and said yes, so I figured that I forgot to add the "strawberry" part to my order and I grabbed the drink. After a few moments, the cherry smoothie came out, Noodles grabbed it, and we went and sat down.

When we got to our table and started eating, I looked down at my receipt and I noticed that it said that I had in fact ordered a strawberry lemonade. I once again assumed, this time that the guy had just made the wrong drink. The regular lemonade was fine, so I decided not to ask for a new one, and went on eating. That was until Noodles decided to ask, "What if that wasn't your drink?" I was about to say that the guy told me it was my drink, when I realized, how would he know which drink belonged to each person... I hadn't ordered it from him... But since Noodles had the right drink, I kept on thinking that he had just made the wrong drink, and that I had not stolen somebody's lemonade.

That was until about five minutes later when a voice came on the intercom saying "Frozen Strawberry Lemonade and Wild Cherry Smoothie". Ha.. what a coincidence... right? After that Noodles and I came to the conclusion that we had taken the wrong drinks... Whoops. We spent the next few minutes trying to decide whether or not we should awkwardly claim our extra drinks. In the end, we pretended like they weren't ours.

I hope they made new drinks for the people that we stole ours from... (and it was an accident--I swear!)

XOXO
Amanda

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So I was reading over my post, "Happy Endings Suck" and was literally laughing. I'm keeping it up for laughs.

XOXO Sarah

Happy Endings SUCK.

Okay, now this is just a rant and I'm feeling moody (yes, I'm giving myself food therapy as well with chocolate, bread, and cranberry juice) but I DO NOT understand how ALL or most movies that are not horror movies end up with the girl getting the guy. THAT DOES NOT HAPPEN IN REAL LIFE, and it sucks that it doesn't. I honeslty wish that it were true that everyone has a soulmate, and even if we do could they please be in the same state as their's is and *maybe* same city? Is that so hard? It is....sorry to ask. But I just hate watching these dumb movie endings where the girl falls for the guy and the guy is SUPER sweet and adorable and is like "oh yeah, I'm buff, I model for Abercrombie, I drive a sports care even though I'm an artsy guitar player living in New York and I have all the time in the world for you babe." Or in teenage movies, "I'm the football star that really likes that girl I don't talk to a lot.." No, shut up.

Maybe I'm just ranting because I don't have a boyfriend, maybe it's because I'm listening to sad songs about finding eternal love and being happy forever and imagining I'm slow-dancing with Mr. Right who doesn't exist. Maybe it's all of those elements combines, whatever.

Don't get me started on Mr. Right, the perfect guy. Whaddaflock?! Probably not gonna happen, but in movies he's always there and melts away the hearts of every girl. Sorry, that "Mr. Right" is an actor...-_____- Sadly. I wish he were real LIKE A SOULMATE WHO PROBABLY LIVES ON THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE WORLD. gdjhgkhgfjkhgfjkhfgjkhfgkjfghjk Whoever decided liking someone or love or movie endings that end perfectly was very good at being able to torture people. (ps. if you're a guy and reading this Mr. Right doesn't exist, luckily, but don't be ruuuuuude to ANY girl, especially the one you "like," word of advice).



******Sorry it's short, it's a rant.

XOXO
Ranting Sarah