So this really strange thing happened to me today while at Starbucks.
I have had one hell of a day. Everything from waking up late and not getting to shower to having girls go wild on me happened. Squish lost a tooth, Cara and just about everyone else got into a fight over racecars and to top it off I have this horrible Counselor Assistant following the group around whom doesn’t do anything named Danielle*.
Not only has this all happened to me, but I wasn’t chosen to go on this weeks overnight so I had to drive home with Arnie, the director of the camp. He’s about 80 and can’t see or hear, but still thinks that he can. I couldn’t drive the van by myself, because you have to be over 21 to be covered by their insurance and Jeff* was staying on the overnight. He, by the way, was very excited, because he got to play Indiana Jones that whole night since that was the theme and he already had a costume.
Camp is in Walled Lake/Wixom and I am from Rochester, which is 45 minutes away…ish, I don’t know any of the minor roads, and I don’t have the route quite down yet because I’m not the one who is in charge of driving. I have to make sure all of the kids are buckled, happy, and singing; none of this usually happens. Elan kicks everything near him, the Jones Girls complain the entire time they are in the van and Olivia asks about a million questions that no one can hear or understand except for her sister.
After what seems like a million grueling hours in the hot, stuffy van I get dropped off at the local Starbucks. I go in and decide to buy a latte. I step up to the counter and realize that I don’t have my money. I was so upset that the nice people gave me a drink for free.
Who knew there was life on this planet?
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