A Second Sighting

 OMG!   There I was in Starbucks getting, like, my second frappuccino of the week–like, I know, they’re sooo bad for you, but like, I don’t eat anything else for the rest of the day, so it’s like, ok.  And, then, sometimes, I might, like, totally make myself puke, so I’m not really getting all those calories afterall.

So, where was I?  OMG!  There I was at Starbucks and lo and behold, the girl in the polka dot spandex, again!  I mean, talk about the second coming of Christ.  In the words of the greatest made for tv band of all time, the Monkees, “I’m a believer”.  While I’m at it, who said lightning doesn’t strike twice?

So, polka dots.  I think my jaw dropped to the floor and I almost forgot about the annoying latest from Norah Jones that was playing in the coffee shop equivalent of Wal-Mart.  Like every ”that girl” in America I was on to my phone texting, sort of like the way spandex sticks to a fat girl’s thighs.  I had to spread the news.  Polka dots, yet again.  Well, actually the only person I knew who would care was my friend, Claire.  And boy, did she care.  If text messages could aptly express joy, Claire’s text did it.  I could almost hear her shrieks of happiness.

So once more, I repeat my refrain.  Why Polka Dots, why?  Why must you hate on us with your pants?  Where did your parents go wrong?  Why don’t your friends stop you from making the same mistake twice?

And in my defense, I was at Starbucks because I have a gift card.  Alright?