I head on up to the counter and I order my jumbo latte (which is just a 'large' in every other nearby coffee shop), I then take the 'waiting for coffee stance' with the others that have also just ordered.

The chicky babe dishing out the coffee's starts calling people up by name to get their coffee's.  I thought "shit I didn't give her my name, what if someone else has ordered a jumbo latte - what if I accidentally jump the queue because she doesn't know my name".  I know I get a bit irritated when someone takes my latte.

It got down to the last couple of pple waiting for a brew and she said "Chaps... jumbo latte for Chaps?".  I ignored her assuming there must another Chaps who ordered a jumbo latte, because I definitly did not give her my name - in fact I struggled even to get my order out, let alone my name.
So I kept standing but no one moved forward, then the little chicky babe behind the counter pointed in my direction and said "Chaps, your latte".
So... I walk slowly back to the office wondering how the fuck this chick knows my name?  I thought maybe I new her from footy or cricket but if that was the case she would have called me something else.  All day this messed with my head, ALL FUCKEN DAY.

So I pick Fish up after work and we go shopping, as I am getting out of the car I am telling Fish about this coffee chick that new my name, I was seriously thinking I was going nutty and that maybe I really did tell her my name.  As I was getting out of the car I thought I should take my work pass off - I looked down and what do I see - my name badge attached to my work pass - written in big bold capital letters "CHAPS" - it wasn't like she even had to ask me what my name was.

It has happened... I got a FaceBook request from someone I just can't place.

I'm at work and check FB from my BlackBerry (anyone else got BlackBerry msgr?) so the photo's etc are damn hard to see.  I did the usual

• Check her home town - yep lived there
• Check her friends to see which ones of her friends I might know - Yep, mates from High School, but her home town in not where we went to high school
• Double check what I can see of her photo - hmm nar no bloody idea
• Back to friends list - hmm yep def highschool friends, some from my year, some from year below
• Msg Smyth - she knows everyone -that didn't work, Smyth just added her because other mates from highschool added her.  She even msged OtherChick from highschool who did the same
• Fuck - Check her photo again -Nope, still not fucken idea - I do realise now however that the time has come to go get an eye check so I might be able to look at these photo's a bit better on my phone
• Fuck this - back to friends list - look at the main group her high school friends would have been in - narrows it down a little but fucked if I know this chicks surname
• Fuck Fuck FUCK - back to friends list - look at geographical location of friends - hmm looks like bus #25 folk
• FUCK IT - back to photo - nope, can only remember two chicks from high school with this first name and only one of them fits with the friends but cause I can't see the photo properly I can't be sure
• TIME TO MSG HER!  I can't use up anymore time at work trying to work out who this is

               Hello FaceBooker
               Would I know you by another name?  Its just your surname doesn't sound familiar
               and as I use FB on my phone I can't see piccies
              Later
             Chaps

I was worried about this, not because someone appeared on my facebook that I didn't know, but because what if it was someone from High School and I have forgotten them! I spent 6 years at High School and I doubt our year level ever got over 150 pple at any time, actually I think our Year 12 class was well under 100 pple.  I think I'd feel pretty shit if I msged someone from high school and I was excited to be able to catch up with them only to find out they didn't remember me.

So 5 minutes later I get a msg back, fortunatly she has married and once she told me her high school name I remembered her clearly, she was even in some of my classes... I let Smyth know, so she can let some other curious folk know (they just added her).  So now I can get back to work...

All over the news atm are piccies of pple wearing masks etc...  if the stink from one of my farts can get through my doona and still hit Fish with full force then I don't think those flimsy little face masks are going to stop pig air.

There used to be a time where all old pple just smelt... old.  I am afraid that the ‘new old stink’ is fucken Red Door.  I have had enough!  Red Door stinks, bring back the old folk stench, lets rid this world of Red Door.  I’ll think it wouldn’t be wrong or out of line for me to say that Red Door smells worse, much worse than my Back Door.

I’ve not been updating most recently cause I thought I should write a story or two about our trip to the UK, but seeing as I haven’t quiet been able to capture our ‘moments’ to my satisfaction that can just wait. 

My new job is going swell and my level of Nerd is increasing, it is borderline Geek now. 

Until I get time to do it justice

FishnChaps do London

FishnChaps do Scotland

FishnChaps do the Isle of Skye

FishnChaps do London harder