Not too long ago, I was at a Starbucks on a coffee run. Then this happened.
Cashier: Your total is $10.66
Me: 1066! The Norman invasion! Battle of Hastings!
Me: Actually, yes.
Cashier: Sorry, I meant I don’t care.
Me: Ok then.
So, I can’t ever go back to that Starbucks again. Not because I am ashamed, but because I can’t stand to be served coffee by someone who wasn’t remotely interested in my random and all too enthusiastic historical outbursts. There are just too many random dates/names/places/people floating around in my head for me not to occasionally (aka all the time) drop some history on unsuspecting persons. Also, don’t mention my name at the Quiznos by Lake Travis, I once got into a pretty heated argument about Anne Boleyn there.