Starbucks, Baseball, and Fridays

As I was driving to work on the NJ Turnpike this morning, I thought I would stop at one of the rest stations and get a coffee at Starbucks. Normally, I don't drink coffee, but it's the end of the week, I'm beat and I could barely get my pantyhose on this morning - that's how tired I am. Anyway, I digress. When I parked my car, I noticed a group of younger folks standing outside their car. They were in pajamas pants and sweatshirts and obviously on some sort of road trip. Once inside and in line at Starbucks, one of the girls in that group got in line behind me. As I was paying, she ordered her coffee and paid for it. Upon receiving her change, she tried to tip the cashier a dollar. The cashier explained that they aren't allowed to receive tips. The girl, in her best Margaret Cho voice, exclaimed, "OH MY GAWD, I feel like such a Jew when I don't tip." Silence from the cashier. Everyone looked down, clearly embarrassed. She proceeded to say, "It's just that I love your coffee. It's the best. And I feel like such a Jew when I don't tip." She walked away, sipping her coffee, completely oblivious to what had just happened.

Classic.

As I was leaving, I glanced over at her car and noticed the plates were from Massachusetts. Thank God - I didn't want to claim her as a fellow New Jersey-an.

Last night was my hubby's fantasy baseball draft. Yes, I've said it before: He's a geek. But anyway, he is out of town for work (finally returning tomorrow!!), so that meant that I had to log on and try to make his draft picks. With the phone in one ear and my hands on the keyboard, I attempted to make him proud with my baseball savvy. But low and behold, the draft wasn't working. It was 11:30 p.m. and the draft wasn't working. Suddenly, our love turned a little sour.

Hubby: What does the screen look like? Does it have a countdown to the draft?
Me: No, it just has a list of everyone's team name. And all your friends are sending messages on a message screen.
Hubby: So there's no countdown on the screen?
Me: What did I just say to you?
Hubby: What about drop down menus? Are there any on the screen?
Me: There are no drop down menus. I am clicking everywhere I can, and there are no drop down menus. There is also no countdown on the screen.
Hubby: Are you sure there isn't a countdown to the draft on the screen???
Me (clearly irritated at this point): I *told* you already, there is no countdown on the screen.
Hubby: Lemme call you back; I'm calling the Monkey Boy (his friend).

A few minutes later, the phone rings...

Me: Hello?
Hubby: Are you sure there isn't a countdown to the draft on the screen?
Me: Hmmmm, I would say NO NO NO and ummm, NO. Nothing has changed in the last three minutes.
Hubby: I guess Yahoo Sports screwed it all up.
Me: Well, what do you want me to do?
Hubby: Don't worry about it. I'll fix it tomorrow when I stop by the library (of course, I won't read your blog, but I'll change the ENTIRE baseball league). Unless, of course, you want to cancel out the entire league, form another one, create a new password, email everyone with the new password, set the draft to live pick instead of autopilot, find another time to hold the draft, and email everyone again with the time.
Me: Hmmmm, no. I really don't want to do that.
Hubby: Ok, fine, I'll do it as soon as I get home on Saturday.

All this for a *fantasy* baseball league. It's not like he's getting paid a huge baseball player's salary or anything. This league takes up so much time, it's ridiculous. Do you know how many games a pro team plays a season? 162. 162!!! And that's only one team.

But I despite this, I do love him. Even though he is a geek. And I have missed him the last few weeks while he's been gone.

And it's finally Friday! I've waited all week for today and it's here!! It's really supposed to be nice this weekend, weatherwise, so maybe I'll go walking in the park or make the hubby take me to a nice outdoors restaurant. I'll even drink a frozen margarita!