This morning I left Finn crying his little eyes out at daycare as he wanted me to spend the day playing with him and not leave him with a bunch of grumpy ladies to go to work. Any mother who’s ever had to do the same thing will know how much this one hurts and what a horrible start to your day it is.So to comfort myself I decided I’d go to Starbucks to buy a croissant. This is how my conversation with the Starbucks server went:
Me: Hey. Can I have a chocolate croissant please?
Server: A what?
Me: A chocolate croissant.
Server: A muffin?
Me: No. A chocolate croissant.
Server: What?
Me: What?
Server: You want a pastry.
Me: Yes – a chocolate croissant.
So then she picked out a muffin, put in a bag and sent me on my way. So now I am at my desk munching on a muffin I don’t want as I was still too grief stricken from dropping Finn off to argue the point with her any further.
Is it me?


