Spent another exciting morning with Ellie (aka Carol Ann) at our wonderful vet's office. I think we have a solution for her upset tummy, at least I hope so.

I arrived early so I could run next door to Starbuck's and get my beloved Carmel Frappucino, no whipped cream. The Starbuck's guy knows me by now, since I'm a regular at the vet. Evidently this guy's new hobby is hanging out at the vet after he gets off work, bringing over little Starbuckian concoctions (some sort of apple cider w/ cinnamon and carmel, the vet came out and mentioned that apple pie smell is an aphrodisiac then got embarrassed for mentioning it and left) for them to try.

I ran into him as we took Ellie out to the lobby to get weighed (she's losing weight, which is not a good thing) and of course he fawned all over her. We went back into the exam room, I assumed that he'd be gone after we left. Oh no, concoction man hung around as Ellie's pills were broken in half, telling me how he'd taken her new medicine when he had giardea and how he gets those 'fabulous' pill cutters at Kaiser.

I don't mean to be rude, but do I care? I'm standing before you, trying to eek some precious days or weeks of happy life out of Ellie and frankly, I don't give a shit that you go to Kaiser or make great drinks (other than the Carmel Frappucino that I ordered). Then he tried to force his little beverage on me, I didn't know how to politely say 'you know, I'm not sure that this Frappucino won't give me the shits, I'm not taking any more chances, thank you' so I made lame excuses and finally just said no.

People -- if someone says no, it really does mean no. It doesn't matter if they're talking about sex, drugs or a soda. Have some goddamn respect.