Whittards, Why is everything closed?, What is wrong with people...and other stories that start with W.

Here is a substantial update for my blog. I have trouble doing noteworthy things sometimes. So I thought I would just combine some stories into one post. That works. I guess.

Whittards

Whittards of Chelsea is this tea and coffee specialty store that is really common in the UK. Anyway they have anything you want where tea & coffee are concerned. I've been in one but that was last December and it was only for a moment while Dan looked for a tea pot thing. I noticed it was super expensive. Small ground coffee bags were £4.50 (almost $10.00). It was a store of fantastically fancy coffees.

Anyway Graham took me in there last night when we were roaming around looking at Boxing Day sales. They didn't have any sales going on, unsurprisingly. Anyway, he bought me this fancy caramel coffee as a Christmas present. I tried some today, but made it weak because I thought it would a.) be stronger per spoonful and b.) last longer if I used less. It is super delicious regardless and makes the whole house smell like what I think everything should smell like.

Let me just tell you, any friend who buys you an expensive little bag of coffee is a good friend. I love that most of my friends are good friends that know how much I enjoy coffee.

Why is everything closed?/What is wrong with people? 

This is a two for one story. Today I went out looking for an atm/cash machine to take some money off of my credity thing. I found a couple and decided to use the one that was easiest to get to that had free withdrawals.

I noticed when I was walking down this main road thing that seriously everything except for a bar, this gas station, and the supermarket was closed. There are a lot of things on this road.

The street was also not busy at all, which was really scary to me because Graham told me it was one of the busiest roads in England. This street is so busy that when I walked on its sidewalk last I felt like a bus or speeding car was going to speed off the road and hit me. I seriously saw a shadow of a bus and did this deer in headlights shocked body twitch thing. Everyone around me kind of looked. Seriously, too many cars, scares the hell out of me. Okay, so I wasn't shaking scared or anything but I was definitely on edge and being overly paranoid about it.

Anyway, that was on a tangent...here's the rest of today's story.

I went to the store after drawing some money out. Anyway I got this basket thing and started to fill that up with a few things. So after about a few things, not super heavy things, I started to have trouble wielding this basket. It was a bit heavy for me, but just over all kind of bigger than me and oddly shaped. This kid, I say kid but he was probably in his early thirties, came over to me and asked if I needed help. We talked for a while, a few isles at least, about how insanely weak I was and America/Manchester.

Anyway then he did this super awkward thing called "asking for my number." This was confusing to me because I already told him I was leaving in about 2 weeks or something. Also because I wasn't wearing my hot girl disguise and looked like a mess. I also thought that I smelled weird. But my answer was, "I don't have a phone? What?" Things got awkward after that pretty much and he kind of got the hint and left me alone. Which I was thankful for because even if I did have a phone I wouldn't have given this guy my number. He wasn't unattractive and he didn't give me the "peel your skin off and wear it vibe" but I mean...I don't really want to hand out my number to random people I meet in the supermarket...I guess?

I have a few other reasons for why I didn't/wouldn't but I don't really want to write them all down.

I got home and told Graham and Shep about this. They thought it was hilarious mostly Shep found my usage of "hot girl disguise," instead of the word "make up" funny. Graham had to explain to him what that meant.

Graham told me I should be complimented because people here just don't walk up to people on the street/in stores and try to get their number. I guess that would be a compliment if he didn't ask for my number at the end of talking to me. Considering it was for less than 15 minutes, that is not nearly enough time to get to know someone to trust them with your phone number. So that concludes my What is wrong with people story.

Other

Did an ample amount of research on layovers this morning. Surprisingly I don't really remember any of it. Probably because I did it before I consumed coffee.

Now that I've had coffee I don't want to sit down. I want to go have a party. By myself. Probably in the shower.

I'm trying to resist the urge to end this with a music video...but I don't think that is going to work.

Emily Haines is my soul animal and I want her songs in my head for my shower dancing time.

Shower time.