Conversation on the elevator this morning. I enter along with a gentleman in his late forties wearing a cardigan and talking on his cell phone. He looks fairly congenial. as the doors close i hear the following:

Man: Well I can't change her.
(pause)
M: Because she's a whore. She's trash.
(covers phone as he notices me)
M: (to me) sorry
(pause)
M: I know, that's what I'm saying, she's a whore.
(man exits)

WHAT??? so random! he looked like the type that would never SAY the word whore, let alone throw it around willy nilly in front of a stranger in the elevator. i was just really taken aback by that. and then i giggled the rest of the way up to my floor.

and now, for a new chapter in the saga of the latte boy. a week or two ago i was talking to erin (cubemate) and i said "i am over the latte boy". my reasoning being that 1) it is a silly infatuation to begin with. 2) he NEVER remembers my name. 3) sometimes he doesn't say a word to me or acknowledge my presence there and i'm a REGULAR! it's a courtesy!

but then sometimes he's super cute and i can't help it, i find him charming. today was a mix of both. the guy in front of me was this fascinating little species. very tiny, couldn't be more than 5 feet, and he had a plastic batz maru wallet. that little devil dude from hello kitty. odd. i was staring at it while he paid with this wonderous look on my face because he was like a little puzzle elf. what was he? as i approached to order he kind of laughed at my expression and i ordered. as he put my order on the cup he scrutinized me for a second and goes "sarah?". dammit.

i corrected him and said "i was almost a sarah...it's like you knew". to which he gave me a piercing look and said "i was there". ha! CREEPER. so he charmed me again. or rather, he charmed "sarah" again. latte boy fail.

in other news, i'm going to be a bridesmaid! yay! my brudder is getting married and i get to be in the wedding. i'm very excited. first time bridesmaid duties. i keep looking at dresses online and emailing her links. i was really apprehensive about sending her samples because i didn't want her to be like "dude that's ugly" or "i got this, don't worry about it". BUT she seemed to legitimately like the first one i sent over, so i sent a few more. she gave me full permission to email her too because this way she "gets full veto power and none of the work". true story. now i need to keep my creeper tendencies to a minimum for a few days so as to not overload her. anyhoo. bmg is in london. i'm tres jealous. she will have so much fun, i'm really excited to hear about it. in an effort to console myself, i plan on having roscoe's tonight. that should help. mwahahahaha.