This is the story of how a poor, poor kitty on the side of the road led to my... breakdown?
Setting: Driving down the street just like any ole person listening to Katy Perry would be. Bass bumping. Sipping on gin and juice.
Emotional State: I'm listening to Katy Perry, so yea, sane & joyful.
Cue poor, helpless kitty hit lying on the side of the road.
Cue tears. Mega, MEGA tears. Crazy hormonal imbalance tears.
Cue a snot-faced, bawling Kelly with untinted windows looking a hot mess for the entire world to see.
So where do I drive for a pick-me-up? Starbucks, of course! Where else!?
Hello, empty drive-thru. Hello, speaker. Hello, poor barista that has to listen to my short breath, gasping order.
Onto the window.
Cue barista asking if I'm alright.
Cue me interjecting, "MY LIFE IS IN SHAMBLES!"
Cue free strawberry cupcake from barista.
Cue my I'm so in love with you, you're my new best friend, what time do you get off, I'm going to buy you a drink but not really, I'll find a hot guy to buy us both drinks SMILE.
Four for you, new bff barista!
Now as for my life... shambles? News to me. I think subconsciously I knew this would get me something free. Apparently, my subconscious is obese.
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