That awkward moment when even after you were involved in one of the most watched new conferences of the decade someone mistakes you for your bff's fiancee's ex's bff and proceeds to throw an epic fit in the middle of a Starbucks because she saw you and said bb's fiancee on your Wednesday morning post run coffee friends date and jumped to all kinds of terrible and wrong conclusions. My life is weird. I really don't want to invest in a nametag that says not Angie Martinelli thank you very much.
Speaking of Starbucks, can we discuss how the lack of snowmen on their red cups this year being a war on Christmas is the dumbest thing I've heard in months? And that's including the above mentioned run in.