Please bore someone else with your...questions.

This morning one of the bosses at the company I'm working at for a week came to my desk, slapped a 5 dollah dollah bill in my hand and said:

Him: I need a short latte with an extra shot and non-fat milk. Do you know where the Starbucks is?

Me: No,

Him: It's down the ramp. [takes off almost running down the hall]

me: [in my head] what ramp. WHAT RAMP?!
the ramp turned out to be across the street, over in fashion island. thank goodness girls are born with extra sensory powers on when a mall will meet their urgent needs.

I was reminded of this line from The Devil Wears Prada:


Miranda Priestly: Get me a table at that restaurant I liked that one time.