I'd never had their coffee, but I'd heard that it was good. Having run into a meager (emphasis on meager) amount of money, I decided to treat myself to a Frappucino.
I parked in the back next to a creepy, scary looking car. Creepy, scary looking people were hanging out around the entrance. I began having second thoughts on my choice of coffee shop, and wondered if I shouldn't just jump over to the one across the street. Good grief, what am I thinking. It's good coffee. So I strolled casually across the parking lot, doing nothing to draw attention to myself, when as I passed a nice car, the person inside honked their horn at me. I think I'm supposed to be flattered? It's happened before, and I wasn't going to turn around.
Then the person called my name. For a second, my brain weirded out, and I wondered what kind of psycho person guessed my name correctly. After realizing that only people who know me know my name, I felt very foolish and looked over my shoulder, and saw a wonderful, jolly old friend of mine. We had the most interesting, refreshing conversation, which covered everything from school, to cooking, to summer jobs. He's one of those people, who, even though there's like sixty years age differance, I feel like I can talk to him about anything. Seeing him was just what I needed, and when he left, I felt happy about everything.
I love it when delightful people pop up in unexpected places.