NOTE: this was *not* Rachel's hipster barista. Use your imagination, ppl.
I just don’t fucking get it.
Now, I like to think of myself as a friendly person. I’ll talk to just about anyone (even if they’re imaginary). I love making new friends, and I’m always up for a good one-night-stand (I mean, I'm 5'1, weigh 100 lbs, and have a voice like Minnie Mouse--if that doesn’t scream warm and friendly, I don’t know what does).
So this is why I was shocked senseless that I seemed to have scared the shit out of some dumb as fuck hipster barista last week at Ozzies.