Even though I had three quarters of my tank filled with gas, I rushed over to the Circle K and filled up. Supposedly the latest hurricane in the Gulf is going to shoot the price of gas to a whopping $5 a gallon. Can America possibly handle a reality that Germany has lived with for years?! But anyway, I thought it would be wise to save a few bucks. On my way back to the seminary I stopped by Starbucks to visit a friend who works there. It wasn't exceptionally busy so I talked to her and some of the other employees there about the "gas scare." But as business picked up I stood to the side. Hmm, while I was there how could I possibly pass up the opportunity to get my new favorite green treat? So I waited ... and waited as everyone went about making drinks for the on-the-way-home-from-work-crowd.
"Oh, Did you want something?"
"Actually, yeah, I'll take a Tall Green Tea Frapaccino." I held my card out but the cashier waved it away. He wouldn't take it!
"Nah, don't worry about it. Sorry you had to wait. It's on the house."
Wow, and I didn't even have to throw the "hairy eyeball" around. (Not that I ever would!)
"What's the 'hairy eyeball'?" you ask.Well, this has become part of my vocabulary since my dear friend Ginger used it to describe how her friend Susan used it to get her current boyfriend.
What?!
You know ... when you flutter your eyelashes!
Ha Ha! I love it!
So Chris and I have been using it to describe flirtatious girls. Once we used the phrase in front of a couple of friends at lunch.
"What's a hairy eyeball?"
"Well, it's kind of hard to explain ..." Somehow it seemed that it needed to be demonstrated. Ha! I knew Chris wouldn't demonstrate it. So I let my eyelashes fly.
Ugh! I felt so dirty afterwards. Bleh! Next time I'll let him demonstrate.
I used to think that I didn't have the ability to flirt. But once I was dared to by a friend who had never seen me dabble in the subtle art of womanly manipulation. I thought back to all the girls I had seen partake in the ritual. I raised one eyebrow, tilted my head, lowered my voice and asked, "How's this?"
By his reaction, I believe I passed the test. But I determined that I would never behave in that way again ... unless it was in EXTREME jest! Which I have been known to do.
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"Do not desire her beauty in your heart, and do not let her capture you with her hairy eyeballs."
-Proverbs 6:25
(Hnat Standard Version)
CAUTION: Careless use of the hairy eyeball around SBTS campus may result in continuous flirting, dating, or even...marriage!
Marriage? What ARE you talking about? Nobody gets married during seminary. Please...
Thanks for this insgith, I will watch out for hairy eyeballs....and then run away!! :)
Listen to "Taylor, the Latte Boy" by Kristen Chenoweth.
Its about free over priced status symbol coffee drinks, and their significance in human interaction.
lyrics to Taylor, the Latte Boy
(thanks triple-mocha-half-caf-soy-latte for me)
There's a boy who works at Starbucks
Who is very inspirational.
He is very inspirational because of many things.
I walk in at 8:11, and he smiles and says, "How are you?"
When he smiles and says, "How are you?"
I could swear my heart grows wings!
So today at 8:11
I decided I should meet him
I decided I should meet him
In a proper formal way.
So today at 8:11 when he smiled and said "How are you?"
I said "Fine, and my name’s Kristin,"
And he softly answered, "Hey."
And I said "My name’s Kristin, and thank you for the extra foam…"
And he said his name was Taylor,
Which provides the inspiration for this poem:
Taylor the latte boy,
Bring me java, bring me joy!
Taylor the latte boy,
I love him, I love him, I love him…
So I’d like to get my nerve up
To recite my poem musical.
He would like the fact it’s musical
Because he plays guitar.
And today at 8:11, Taylor told me he was playing
In a band down in the village in the basement of a bar.
As he smoothly flipped the lever to prepare my double latte,
But for me he made it triple! (And he didn’t think I knew)
But I saw him flip the lever, and for me he made it triple,
And I knew that triple latte meant that Taylor loved me too!
I said, "What time are you playing? And thank you for the extra skim…"
He said, "Keep the $3.55," because this triple latte was on him.
Taylor the latte boy,
Bring me java, bring me joy!
Taylor the latte boy,
I love him, I love him, I love him…
I used to be the kind of girl
Who’d run when love rushed toward her.
Till finally a voice whispered, "Love can be yours,
If you step up to the counter and order.
Taylor the latte boy,
Bring me java, bring me joy!
Taylor the latte boy,
I love him, I love him, I love him…
So many years my heart has waited,
Who’d have thought that love could be so caffeinated?
Taylor, the latte boy,
I love him, I love him, I love him.
I love him, I love him, I love him.
Thoroughly enjoyed "Taylor the Latte Boy" Oh, Starbucks...
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