This morning, I stopped at a gas station on my way to work to pick up a caffeinated beverage. I’m in this particular gas station at least once a week. The lady at the counter is a very friendly and very beautiful lady from India. I noticed her beautiful henna art and commented on it. She told me she did it herself and then she pulled out her tube of henna and asked me if I wanted to try it. Well now, this is more than frapppuccino stop! Why not? So now I have a lovely vine with leaves on it extending from my wrist to the tip of my pointer finger. I also have a frappuccino.
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That is so weird. That you buy frappuccinos from a gas station.
And that the lady had the henna out & ready. Awesome. (not the frappuccino part, that’s kinda gross)