Friday, August 25, 2006

I am Zarkon: Destroyer of worlds.

I was going to write something about Love, and being therein. But I can't do that right now.

Instead, I'm going to say that, dammit, the ladies in the coffee shop GOT IT WRONG.

Some of these fancy coffee shops ask for your name so they can call you when your order is ready. The conversation went like this:
Her: What's your name?
Me: Zarkon: destroyer of worlds.
Her: Sorry?
Me: ZARKON: DESTROYER OF WORLDS.
Her: Um... okay.
As you can see on the slip, they spelled my name wrong.
Love to all. Even you, Aroma lady.

6 comments:

shqipo said...

u r such an ass :P oh wait, u already know this

Peter said...

You can't get mad. What you need to remeber is that they are trained Monkey's and do not care enough about what they are doing to realize who they are serving.
Zarkon, the Destroyer, walks in and they do not even notice. To add insult to injury they spell his name wrong.
145 Greene Street should be razed!

s. said...

Ha ha ha that's an awesome story.

Rich | Championable said...

Shqipo: dude, I know.

Peter: They will learn. Believe me.

Steve: Ouch, man. OUCH. My pretty PONY? Ugh.

Stephen: Thanx, dude.

Ginamonster said...

I totally would have not only writen that on your coffee cup, but, would also have yelled it loud enough for the entire store to hear. because that, my friend, is one of the great perks of being a barista.

Anonymous said...

You've made my day, Rich. :)