Panera...

This weekend I realized one of the perks of working at LMB was that when it came time to service our cars, I could drop the cars off at work and use Mercedes shuttle service to take me the 12 blocks to work.

This past weekend we took Aya’s car to the shop which means we only have one car. Having one car translates to me being Aya and JT’s chauffeur. After picking up Aya from the dealer, we headed to Aya’s mommy and me class. Rather than go home and pick up Aya an hour later, I decided to head to Panera’s for some breakfast.

I knew things weren’t good when the guy had to take my order 3 times and got it wrong in the end. How hard is it to remember hot chocolate no whip cream, blueberry muffin for here?

I eagerly sit down to eat my breakfast and read my two news paper in peace with no wife or kid to bother me. Just my luck, a couple sits behind me and then instead of reading quietly, the wife reads the paper and then verbally translates the highlights to her husband. I am pretty sure the husband didn’t want the highlights and cared but he just sat there staring off into space eating his breakfast. He was probably jealous of me because I was by myself, reading alone.

Next up was this annoying little kid who kept running around by me. His dad came over and apologized and said this is what happens when you have kids. I was thinking, “Yeah, if I wanted to be annoyed while I ate I would have brought my own kid with me.” No problem though as JT is loud and annoying as well.

The straw that broke the camels back was this big ugly fat chick came over and sat by me. She then talked on her cell phone for the next 35 minutes! I was thinking why can’t you just invite your ugly friend to come eat with you next time instead of talking to her on the phone?

I don’t know what possessed the fat ugly girl to stop talking a second, but she paused, looked over at me and asked if I was done reading part of the newspaper and if she could read it. Naturally, I thought, “You are on the phone. Why do you want to read and talk to your friend at the same time?” Instead, in my best clear, concise voice I replied, “Sorry, I don’t speak english”. Then I kept reading my 2 newspapers.

I just happened to be on the sports section and no sooner did I reply back to the ugly black girl this dude walks by and asks me if he thinks the Lakers have a chance…and then we had a 5 minute conversation (in English) about the Lakers.

Stupid…Panera. I am not going back there again for breakfast.