So I went to my coffee shop yesterday. I’m a regular there, and friends with most of the employees (shout out to all my peeps at Solid Grounds).

And there was a pair of teenagers, probably freshmen or sophomores, who were in the back booth “studying”. And by studying, I mean licking one another’s vocal cords. I suppose I should say it’s a big booth. It easily seats six people, eight if you’re friendly.

By the time I got there they were actually doing something or other with graphing calculators and geometry or trig, though naturally they were sitting practically on top of one another, because you can’t actually do homework without touching your boyfriend with two limbs and half your torso. But at least they weren’t making out any more.

But Mike and Angela had been forced to endure them for several hours.

So Mike offered me $10 if I’d just go over and ask if I could join them at the table, then sit down and start typing–with a straight face. Also, if they asked why, I had to say, “Well there aren’t that many tables open.” (There were tons of tables.)

And then Angela threw in a free drink to sweeten the deal. How could I say no?

So I waited at the little “get your drink here” counter while Angela made me a caramel apple cider, and when I got the drink I just turned around and said, “Do you guys mind if I sit here?” And I put my drink on the table and set down my bag before they even took a breath.

They said, “Uhhh… okay. We’re going to be leaving soon anyway.”

At which point a normal person would, you know, find another table and wait for them to leave.

Not me!

I just said, “Oh, that’s great! Thanks!” And I sat down and pulled out my AlphaSmart and started typing, trying not to look at them because if I did I would have busted up laughing and lost my $10.

I was typing things like, “I can’t do this out loud but I really need to laugh so I’m laughing in type HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.”

But according to eyewitnesses (there were three who were avidly watching) the kids were giving me very strange looks, because by then there was the “oooh, awkward…” vibe, and they’d looked around and seen that there were TONS of tables open. And there I was, typing away as if this was perfectly normal.

They left less than 3 minutes later, and we all barely lasted until the door closed behind them before we busted up laughing.

Good times, good times.

Maybe not as fun as the duck joke, but definitely very satisfying. It’s great fun to be the strange person that no one knows how to deal with. :-D

That’s right. My birth certificate actually reads “Elizabeth Delinquent Wright”. What can I say? My parents clearly had a lot of foresight on the issue.

In my defense, I haven’t done much worth talking about in the last two and a half weeks or so. There’s been work and church and Bible studies and possible changes with Matt’s work situation that I’m not allowed to talk about, but which will probably be good for everyone involved. I’m getting to know a new friend better, and enjoying that. I’ve gotten several tests to check things out with my heart, which was doing some semi-alarming things, and it seems like everything looks fine. I’ve got to set up an appointment with my doctor to discuss things further and see what she recommends.

It was 75 degrees last Wednesday, and then we got about two feet of slushy rain/snow between midnight Thursday and noon Saturday. . . and it was pretty much all gone again by Monday, thanks to temps jumping back up until the 70s with great sunshine. I love Colorado in the spring.

We took Shiloh to the Chatfield dog park on Monday afternoon, and she had a fabulous time. I’ll try to remember to take the camera next time so I can get some photos. She’s still as cute as ever.

I’ve been discouraged about writing, mostly because I still haven’t been able to get my brain to truly focus. I’m not sure why, but it’s really frustrating.

And now I’m going to stop before you all get depressed. Stay tuned for a funny story! No, seriously. Funny story. Next entry! Just a few minutes away! YAY!