Sjoppa

Today I had the rare pleasure of going to a sjoppa twice. Once around 2pm when I simply found I could not stare at fish bones any more without some food in my stomach, and again at 5pm, when I thought an icecream would be a good way to convince Palmer to stay in the car while I ran into the store (I'm having a breakfast guest tomorrow and needed milk!). 

Both times the girls at the sjoppa were clearly trying to decide just how nuts I was. The first time because I kept zoning out, I mean seriously, I was so preoccupied I just could not decide if I wanted a 7up or not. She spoke to me very slowly.  Then at the other sjopp. Well by then I was stressed out an anxious, so the girl was trying to get me out of there as soon as she could. Kept telling me what my total was before I had finished ordering. 

Although it is entirely possible the girl has not received much training. Afterall, it wasn't Starbucks. 

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