At a Starbucks

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We’d like to thank Bill Seybolt for this story.

Years ago, I left my laptop open at a Starbucks while I left to get my drink. When I returned, Bill Murray was sitting in front of my screen tapping away on the keyboard. I looked over his shoulder as he anonymously posted a number of stories regarding encounters with himself. They ranged from tackling others, stealing food and other fun oddities. When he finished, he closed my laptop, stood up, and looked me in the eye. Then he said, “No one will ever believe you” and walked away.

Summer 1985: Martha’s Vineyard

We’d like to thank Holly for the following story.

I was working as a waitress at a place that was half-deli/half- restaurant, so the wait staff used deli containers (the kind that potato salad comes in) instead of glasses to save the dishwashers work. So this one time, I’m chugging my first Coke of the day and in walks Bill Murray – totally unexpectedly.

He takes in the whole scene and then starts giving me total shit, “You’re drinking out of the deli container!? What is going on with you? You are wacky! I love it!” Then he asked for an espresso, which I happily made.

P.S. – A few years later, I stood behind him in line at WH Smith’s in Paris. He also looked at apartments in a Donald Trump building where I was temping. Love him.

A Perplexing Math Question

We’d like to thank Ali for sharing this story:

One time, I was sitting in the Intelligentsia Cafe by my house, struggling with a really involved proof that I just couldn’t get right. I’d been working for hours, looking pretty haggard and stressed out, not noticing anything or anyone around me, when suddenly someone leaned over me, snatched my pencil, wrote “converges to 1/e” near the middle of my work, crossed out everything below it, then wrote “QED”. Shocked (and elated, since it was true!) I looked up and saw Bill Murray staring down at me. “No one will ever believe you”, was all he said, and he walked away.

Bill Murray and the Whiskey Eggnog Latte

Earlier this week I was out shopping for Christmas gifts, when I decided to stop and get some coffee. Last Friday someone at work gave me a gift card redeemable at this particular coffee franchise (which may or may not have been Starbucks), and I planned on getting a plain coffee to go. After parking my car, I checked twice to make sure all of the doors were locked; the last thing I needed at this point was for someone to steal all the gifts I’d just purchased. I pulled the collar of my coat up in a feeble attempt to guard against the cold wind that swept across the parking lot, adjusted my wool hat, and quickly jogged into the warmth of the coffee shop.

Safely inside, my heart sank when I saw how many people appeared to be standing in line. After 7 hours of shopping, it seemed like everywhere I went there was a line to stand in. “So what’s one more?” I thought as I stepped up and waited behind a really worn out looking woman; her kids were, at this point, having a tug-of-war with the retractable belt barrier that organized the line leading up the the counter. She just stood there with a blank expression on her face. Continue reading