Dorks-R-Us

I worked another bowling event today - this time in Saint George. After arriving at the bowling alley, Merridith and I realized that the single mini-styrofoam cup of coffee we'd each had back at the hotel wasn't doing the trick. Luckily we'd noticed a place called Perks right across the street. By "street" I mean "huge, heavily-trafficked, six-lane boulevard." We decided to trek over there. As we were crossing in front of all this traffic stopped at a red light just for us, we were making fun of our selves for wearing name tags and matching blue shirts. We got to Perks and started walking around the perimeter of the building, only to realize that we couldn't go in...this was a drive-up-only kind of establishment. Huh. There was a car at the window, which we stood behind. Another car pulled into the nearby driveway, and Merridith started begging under her breath, "please don't be coming for coffee...please don't be coming for coffee..." They were coming for coffee. Now we're wearing name tags and matching blue shirts, AND waiting in line, on foot, between two cars at a drive-up only coffee establishment. It was feeling very Napoleon Dynamite somehow. At this point one of the employees inside noticed us and came out. I pleadingly asked, "Are we allowed to get coffee from you even though we don't have a car?" He laughed at us and invited us up onto the sidewalk near the employee entrance to wait. When he came back out with our coffee, Merridith invited him to consider becoming a Big Brother. As if he'd be willing to take any advice from us, the two coolest people in Saint George.