Friday friday friday

Pretty sure I just witnessed FB stalking at its best. So I have a break between classes so I am sitting at Starbucks just wasting time sending emails, checking FB, the usual. I am seated at a table pretty close to the check out, so I’ve also been doing a little eavesdropping (not on purpose people just talk loud.) This stumpy little nugget man orders a drink, not like a cute Chuy nugget, more like a molester nugget who just looks shorer because he’s so round. Anyway, the little Starbucks girl takes his order (she’s about 19 I’m assuming.) Nugget man is making awkward small talk, trying to flirt I think, and then he says to the girl,
“Wait a second, I think I recognize you.” Typicalllllll.
She replies, “oh really? How?”
He then goes on to do the whole “Did you graduate from blah blah in blah blah? Blah blah blah.”
She says yes, and then he tells her that his “little brother” graduated with her. It gets better.
“I think you might eveb be my Facebook friend.” He says.
She just kinda laughs uncomfortably, mean while, I am just dying, can’t believe I am so lucky to witness something so incredibly painful. He then walks to the table he is sitting at, grabs his computer and goes back up to the counter to search her name while she watches!!!! And sure enough, she comes up!! I think he starts to see by her reaction that perhaps he is a second away from having to register as a sex offender and be banned from all elementary schools for the rest of his life because he quickly makes up a terrible excuse,
“Ya, this is weird. I dunno, my brother like used my computer for a long time and basically used my account to add a bunch of people. I’m still trying to filter through all of them. But, I don’t know how to search everyone he added, so I only delete you know, if like they pop up or something.” Just stop, I want say, you are only making it worse.
And nugget just started to talk to me…. Wow- as I was writing about him he came up to chat. He saw the cover on my computer and wanted to talk about the Culinary School, asked if we were, “one of those chain schools.” Then wanted to know what I was doing here, was I working on a new recipe? Or simply culinary homework…
“All of the above,” I respond.