Its freezing here. I'm talking bitter cold that cuts you to the bone. Add rain and we have Belfast.
Imagine the pure joy I felt when I saw a Starbucks to warm me up!
Pat, my grandma, and I stood in line at a, no joke, 3-story starbucks! I have a stroller (you know the one that is broken already that I paid a whole $25 for) and didn't make it up to the other floors, however they probably had a lift, aka elevator. I get super nervous ordering things here...because Pat has it engrained in my head that people hate americans and I know as soon as I talk its a dead giveaway and people use different words/speak in an ungodly Northern Irish accent, which leads to me usually putting my foot in my mouth. So as I approach the counter I decide what I want and have no problem asking for it and the woman then says to me "Sittin' in or Takin' out?"....now if it had been as clear as I have written it I wouldn't have had a problem answering this question. I do prefer the terms "For here or To go?" but I get the experession. However, I had no idea what she said to me and because it wasn't something I normally hear I just looked at her with this blank stare mumbling like an idiot trying to figure out how I'm supposed to answer this question....so I just look at Pat for help. He answered for me and can't seem to grasp how I didn't understand what she just said to me. Not a big deal...the next time someone asked me if I was "sittin' in or takin' out" I could answer in a timely manner.
Now lets fast forward about a week. I now have the confidence to put Liv in a stroller and walk to the train station to grab an Americano. The barista even recognizes me because I've been in a few times with my cute baby. This time she engaged me in a little conversation and asked "what do you call her?"....but once again mixed with the accent and not the phrase I'm used to, I thought she said something like "is it cold outside?". So I proudly said "yes its very cold outside". I go on putting sugar in my drink and she graciously pretends I didn't just tell her that my baby's name was "yes its cold outside". She asked me the same question again and I catch on that I obviously didn't get it the first time. I paused thought about what she was possibly referring to and answered "ohhhhh, Olivia". I'm definitley not a graceful conversationalist here.
Pat just got back with some starbucks and we are going to go hunt down Sophie the Giraffe for Liv today. I convinced Pat that she really wants Sophie and that Liv has been bugging me for months and I have been waiting for Christmas :)