As I sit here at school, congested, sipping my lemon tea, contemplating what death must feel like and thinking this must be pretty close to it, I am reminded that I am a bit melodramatic. I think it has something to do with being an only child, although, I'm not really sure what.
Sidetrack: I just got some water at the coffee cart at school and the barrista promptly piped, "25 cents!"
"Hhhh..." I said, "well in that case can I have some ice in it?"
"Sure," she shot back. I handed her my money and do you know what she did? She tossed it in the tip jar!
Now, I know it's only 25 cents, but seriously people. Forcing me to tip you? I already gave a tip! I have a meager income! That just frosts me. Does that make me cheap? (yes.)