Telling the Starbucks barista “surprise me” this morning was a bad choice. I’m pretty sure she served me her leftover laundry water instead of coffee.
I like to do that though. I like to tell people who give me a choice that the choice can be theirs. It makes them happy (and if she’s cute, coquettish) and everyone usually wins.
It’s dangerous though.
What if one of the options suck?
Why would I give them the 33(.33333333333)% chance of fucking shit up?
Well, then it’s easier to blame them (they chose SHIT)
…rather than blame myself (I chose shit…:/)
More than 50% of the time I get surprised in a good way, which is awesome.
Happy surprises make life worthwhile.
Shitty surprises make life awful.
And this “coffee” makes me want to retch.
