Intergalactic Relations

Sometimes interacting with customers was like interacting with aliens. I created a name for it: intergalactic relations. How else could you characterise the legions of glassy-eyed, caffeine-fueled commuters in their power -- hey, hurry the latte up, the train's coming! -- suits? Or the suburban moms with their manicures, pushing yacht-sized baby strollers; or the skinny girls barely pushing teenage-hood, snapping bubble gum and talking on pink Razrs ...

I was Anakin Skywalker roaming the far reaches of space, hearing alien communications over my radio. But while we worked closely with these life-forms, my co-workers and I rarely learned their names. So we made up our own names for them.

There's Hot Dad, Cappucino Lady, Braided Dancer Girl, My Boyfriend, the Pedophile, Buffalo Chicken Guy, Skeletor, Crazy Dog Woman, and Floor Guy -- just to name a few. I'll get into specifics later. But I just have to say that without a doubt, the unquestioned Queen of Strangeness in the Dragonfly System was -- is -- Whipped Cream Lady.

Prepare yourselves, and may the Force be with you.