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Grancey and I were at Starbucks yesterday and an odd thing happened for the second time in a row there. One of our long-standing traditions is for her to try and crack me up at drive-thru's when I'm giving my order. Usually it involves a rib-tickle or her chanting something weird-sounding, and it usually works. At Starbucks yesterday, I cracked up a little while ordering my mocha, and the girl's voice came over the speaker, "Why are you laughing, sir?" So naturally, we were as straight-faced and humorless as possible when I pulled up to the window.
But this is the second time in a row that the person on the speaker at Starbucks demanded to know what I was laughing at. Weird.
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