After my interview yesterday I got a mango-banana Vivanno at Starbucks, which is like a smoothie. (Note: these things are gross.) Because of the name Vivanno, when I was ordering I accidentally pronounced banana “BAH-NAH-NAHHHH” like I was the Queen of England. Which made both me and the Barista laugh (titter stupidly). But her afternoon would get even more entertaining.

Owing to the impossible parking situation downtown, Mike and I carpooled downtown for happy hour/ art opening and I left the 4Runner at Starbucks. When I came back to get the car 2 hours later, someone had driven through the side of the building.

Here Mike recreates the crime:

Another thing that was funny about this is that they did not actually close the Starbucks. They left the door unlocked and people kept going in. Then the harassed Barista would put her hand over her cell phone mouthpiece and say breathlessly, “I’m sorry, we can’t make any drinks. Someone crashed their car through the wall.”