A Tuesday House-Wife Day post

I love tuesdays. Today I slept in, worked out on the treadmill, showered and got all ready for my day, and then ran errands. I went down to Costco and got new sheets and all kinds of other stuff we needed. I then went to Stabucks to get some tea and thought that I should treat myself to a carwash. The little 'Beca was so dirty that I get grime on my hand when I shut the doors. Now a car wash is something I haven't experienced since I was a little girl with my dad. As I pulled up I really didn't know what to do. The teenage or young twenties man of many words (not) took my money, handed me a damp cloth, and went to get change. I was puzzled. For a second I thought that it was for my hands...but I knew that wasn't it. When he returned I kindly told him it was my "first car wash" and I didn't know what it was for. I hoped that he would smile and laugh and coach me through this, but no. He just told me it was for my dashboard. Right....dashboard! The rest of the experience was just as awkward. Like when I didn't realize I had to have my car in neutral for it to work. I felt like such a lamer! Buts its okay, because my car is now sparkling and looks new again! Afterward I went to Starbucks to pick up some tea and an americano. As the Barista was making my drink, a woman walked up, held up a pacifier and asked him if he would rinse it off for her! I was disgusted! Ever heard of a bathroom sink? Or even a cup of water so that this poor gentleman who is already busy doesn't have to touch your baby's slobber? That is so not his responsibility. The poor guy stammered, paused and reluctantly said"okay". I looked at the girl behind the cash register and we exchanged, "holy moly" looks with each other. It was not too long ago that I was a barista at Starbucks and I have not forgotten how people treat you with no respect. I have a few patients who treat me like their "sevant nurse" but they are actually sick, and always so appreciative, so I don't mind. Note to self: start tipping Baristas more.