So today, having nothing better to do, I took my lonesome on a date.
I saw the French romantic comedy "Priceless" (Hors de Prix). It was a bit of fluff, sort of like "Breakfast at Tiffany's" set in the South of France in 2006.
It was cute.
While waiting I had an iced coffee at Starbucks. The guy behind the counter took my order, asked my name and slowly, carefully wrote it on my plastic cup.
He handed me my change, but it fell short and rained onto the floor.
He apologized profusely. I picked it up and gave him a large tip.
Like the movie, he was cute.
I took my cup and noticed that he'd written "Jeison."
I mean really, who doesn't know how to spell Jason?
He was cute though.
Night Crumbs - I am writing this on my phone while stomach down on a bed in the ER, because all of my internal organs blew out of my ass when I read the earth-shattering ...