Regency

I am officially the supervisor of the coffeehouse in Regency Mall. Kind of. I guess that would make it "unofficially".

Regency Mall is the most bizarre mall I've ever been in. Never would I go there to shop...Pottery Barn-Pottery Barn Kids-Borsheims-Ann Taylor---not my kind of place. I can't afford to even window shop there.

Get this--there's a fountain right by the Scooter's. That in combination with the whole coffee thing means that I have to go to the bathroom about fifty seven times a day. And I have about that many heart attacks too, cuz little kids always get money from their parents to throw into it and about half of them almost fall and their parents aren't paying any attention. It's so funny--either they're not paying attention, or they look reeeeeeeeallly exicited for their kid once they see the change hit the water. There is also a piano player right by me. Makes me miss Jenny. But he's really funny. And he doesn't bring any sheet music with him or anything. Just plays. Today it started off with "Wonderful Tonight" by Eric Clapton, then went into something from "Annie" and then "Phantom of the Opera" with a little Elton wrapped in there, and then ended with Clapton again. It was beautiful.

So I have come to realize that I like people in relation to how old they are. (This is true for most people--friends and family don't count. They're not people. They're friends and family. You see the difference?) This means that I like kids and then the older they get, the less I like them. So I pretty much abhor old people. I'm totally serious here...but I promise this gets better and to the point quickly. Okay...it doesn't really get better. I was just gonna say that this old guy that I was sure I was gonna hate today (ordered a double espresso and a chocolate biscotti. espresso---no milk, no flavoring, nothing...tastes something like mud.) asked me my name. Not one for small talk, I did my best not to act as annoyed as I was (for some reason I was annoyed...don't know so don't ask) but then I felt like a dumb-head cuz this is the conversation that followed:
Old Guy: What's your name? (he had a really thick accent by the way. Don't know what kind though. Quite possibly German)
Me: Kaitlin
Old Guy: Kaitlin?
Me: Kaitlin
Old Guy: Nice name. Nice person. *kind and genuine smile* *walks away*

I'm kind of a jerk sometimes.