But occasionally, if I'm feeling poorly or I'm under an unusual amount of stress, I'll experience a really, really bad day. A catastrophically bad day. A Tyrannosaurus Rex day.
This past Thursday, I was a living, breathing tyrannosaur.
When I returned to Starbucks on Monday morning, the barista looked at me with great concern asked whether I was okay.
I said, yes, that I was feeling better, and explained that I was going through a really rough day when I had last visited the store.
"We've never SEEN you like that before!"
Luckily, it doesn't happen very often.
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