Please & Thank You

Dear all customers of the world,
I am writing to remind you of something you may have forgotten.  Your mamma said it once, said it a thousand times and yet it has not quite stuck in your mind. 
I'm not just talking about "kids these days."  Some of the perpetrators are old as well as in-between.
Now, I'm not talking anything crazy -- or am I? 
When I ask, "how are you/how is your day going?" I don't necessarily want to hear about your mom/grandma/cat etc.  However, "gimme a medium ameri-canna" is not an appropriate answer.  Ever.  Nor is, "I'll take a [fill in the blank.]"  A "fine, thanks" would suffice, or dare I say, a smile.  Just acknowledge the question and me as a human being rather than a slave -- please & thank you.
The magic word is still magic.  If you don't know how to get off your iphone and talk to me like an adult, then you don't deserve to be served.  If you don't say please and thank you, just know that I am hoping you burn that silent tongue of yours clean off!
We all have crappy days, but saying a few kind words cannot make it worse.  In fact, maybe it will make you happier. 
So please, mind your manners.  Thank you.
Sincerely,

Your fellow human being & barista

Jehovah Witnesses & Pajamas

No, they weren't in pajamas, I was. 

I opened the door thinking maybe it was a package or something awesome, like girl scouts selling cookies (just kidding, they don't venture this far out.)  But apparently Jehovah Witnesses do!  

When she said they were in the neighborhood I wanted to laugh.  Pah!  Neighborhood, my neighbor couldn't hear me if I was screaming "RAPE!"  

That's besides the point.  I told her that it was nice of her to stop by, but I was in my pajamas, and that we all pray anyway.  Alas, she still said she'd stop by again.  I wanted to tell her, if you see that big black dog (who just so happened to be locked up) running at you next time, just turn around; you got lucky that they were locked up.  But, instead I just said, "Stay dry out there."  Who am I?

And for the record, it is only 10 o-clock on my day off.  Not weird to be in my pajamas still! 

P.S. I wish I were wearing these.  Such a steal at only $39.95.

 

Icelandia

I am getting married in 137 days.  I am starting to freak out a little.  Being married to someone is going to change everything.  So is our 8 week honeymoon in Iceland.  I just hope that he doesn't regret marrying me after our honeymoon.  After-all, he is the outdoorsy, in shape one.  Blisters, whining, hunger, and a bad attitude are sure to plague me.  I have already done my fair share of whining about buying backpacking underwear and clunky hiking boots.  Most of my complaints come from the idea that one's honeymoon should be sexy, all the time; the other complaints come from a deep rooted insecurity of (un)attractiveness.  Hopefully Charlie will still love me when I'm not only grumpy and stinky, but wearing un-sexy underwear, no makeup, and feel ugly.

On the plus side, Iceland (139 days away!) will make up for the un-sexiness of backpacking underwear, (which you can tell how much I detest.)

MADE IN ICELAND from Klara Harden on Vimeo.

P.S.  I am really excited for Iceland.  I am excited to go on an adventure.  But part of me just thinks about going on adventures, and not them actually happening. It's actually happening this time.  Traveling is fun, but it brings out the best and worst in a person.  I'm not sure if we've seen each others worst.  That is precisely why the words, "for better or for worse" make it into the vows.

Cheers to marriage, sex, adventure, and Iceland.