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I tried to buy yarn today but the store was closed at 8pm. Wha?! So confusing. Me and the husband I parked next to were so confused. However, I think I was more disappointed and he was relieved that he didn't have to actually go in and walk around with his wife. I didn't want to return home without buying anything however. I mean, come on, I'm an American. So I drove through to finally try a McDonald's latte.

MISTAKE

Among the worst beverage experiences of my life. Right up there with my last encounter with this guy:


It was bad. So, so bad. I think it was definitely my worst coffee experience, except for the equipment-related coffee disaster of '07 that involved a plunger. I'm glad that I'm no longer curious about the McLatte situation and at least confirmed my suspicion that it would be disgusting. My main regret is that the sale of said latte will be marked as profitable to McDonalds and perhaps in some way encourage them to continue the McCafe charade.

However, it must be said that the teenager working the drive-thru window was really pleasant. One thing I can say about this town is that the people are nice. I walk my dog almost daily and people are always waving. I think they're also saying "Hi" but I'm rudely ignoring them because I'm listening to This American Life on my iPod. Oops. I must still be adjusting from getting stared at. I used to freak out when I thought people were staring at me when I was little. My mom would do it on purpose because I would scream at her, "DO YOU HAVE A STARING PROBLEM?!" and she'd laugh and laugh. I never learned how to say that in Arabic but eventually I did start greeting people when I caught them staring, which helped. Maybe I'm staring at the strange suburban Americans and that's why they're greeting me...interesting theory. I was definitely staring at the guy who was shoveling snow off of his lawn though...not that I haven't ever done this in a fit of dirty snow rage...anyway.

Some college guys were sitting in lawn chairs in their front yard today (it was warm and sunny, they had a great idea) and were extra friendly and I was worried that they were pointing and laughing at me but then they said "nice shirt" which calmed me down. Turns out I was wearing my gang symbol shirt that has hands spelling out "blog" (thanks alex!). I thought I should mention that...on my blog.