i walk into jamba juice, 'damaged' is playing, and the following happens:
Me: Hi, do you guys make "white gummi bear?"
Cashier (whose name was chico): umm...what's that?
Me: oh i think it's a secret flavor...nevermind
Chico: did you want a boost?
Me: oh, uhh..no thanks
Chico: okay what's your name?
Me: Sammy
Chico: okay...what's your real name?
Me: (stink eye....kinda)
Chico: just kidding... it's been a long day... 'i thought that i should let youuu know' okay that'll be 4 dollars and whatever
that's gotta be one of my pet peeves...when people think they so funny by tricking you. when really, it's just awkWORDDD.
so i sit down and then chico proceeds to do some dancing, and another worker rips her apron. then some tall white dude runs after chico saying "this won't be the first time i kick some gay dude's a**"
so i sit there amidst all this awkwardness, and make a mental note to try "strawberry surf rider" or something like that, the next time i go to jamba juice. it's like strawberries and lemonade.
so as i leave, some japanese tourists enter this friendly jamba juice and i hear chico hollering from the cashier:
"welcome to jamba juice- where we make your smoothie dreams come true...sometimes"
then there's silence. then as i walk out the door i hear him say "okay good thing no one's paying attention"
OH, CHICO
and it's here:
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