I'm a pretty picky girl. Yeah you all know that already.
Zack can almost not stand to be next to me when I order my coffee drink because I like to get ALL those boxes checked.
Recently I went to get a cup of coffee, but when I got there I saw the coffee guy slouching against the counter; he was pretty rumpled looking and he was schmoozing with a girl who looked equally rumpled. My whole thought process was "great, I want a good cup of coffee and he looks like he is going to accidentally give me caffeine, full fat milk, and it's going to be lukewarm". But I really wanted coffee, so I went. And he surprised me with:
"So, I've been playing around with infusing flavors into soy milk...would you like to try your latte with some cinnamon soy?"
Me: (startled into extreme politeness)..."why sure, that sounds great...thanks"
He poured me a beautiful decaf cinnamon soy latte that was so hot I couldn't drink it for a few minutes...just the way I like it.
So there. Shame on me for my prejudices and I will work on not pre-judging anyone. Everyone knows you should not judge a book by it's cover.
This has nothing to do with any part of the project except I'm procrastinating making my cookbook recipe grocery list.