Randomness

The other day, I was chilling outside Starbucks (smoking area, the one just beside Araneta) when this scrawny, unkempt, 60-year-old-looking-woman emerged from out of nowhere, and with distrust and loathing in her eyes, 'asked' if she can sip from my Java Chip Froccino.

The 'question' sounded more like a command, a demand. Paired with the darkness in her eyes, the woman plainly appeared to me like an uninvited threat. How completely random was that? There were loads of people enjoying their own frappe and she had to march towards me and startle me like that. Disrupt my moment with God... with my nicotine and caffeine and my bad, bad thoughts. Haha!

Of course I shook my head with absolute fervor, though i knew i looked suddenly scared and protective of my frappe. I just dont allow anyone - even friends - to sip from whatever I'm drinking. Its icky. Its... ughewww. (Except... lately, Ive been letting my boyfriend sip from anything Im drinking. haha!) So the 'are you fucking kidding me, lady?' look must've been obvious in my expression and body language when i shook my head.

Jesus.