Originally Posted: March 30, 2007
I just read over this thing and it turns out there are numerous errors. I apologize if you already read this. I have now fixed everything. I should read stuff before I post.
I've finally come to terms with my addiction. At first I was ashamed. I was afraid of how people would accept me. I'm no longer afraid. I can now tell every one without shame. I'm addicted to Jamba Juice. I'm also addicted to Cafe Rio, but we're not here about that. Everyone already knows about that addiction. I've freely admitted it.
I'm pretty sure everyone already knows about my Jamba addiction, but I've never come clean. I'm here to admit it. Hi, my name is Marty and I'm a Jambaddict. More on Jamba Juice later.
How come you can't just get up and leave at 12:30 at night without something being wrong? I was put in the position where I could possibly help someone. And I like to think that I did. That's all that needs to be said about that.
Back to Jamba Juice. I went there again last night. What kind of addiction would it be if I didn't? It was quite possilbly the best trip to Jamba Juice, I've ever had. That's impressive considering I travel there 5-8 times a week.
The trip started out ordinary enough. I got in the car and that's when things turned extraodinary. I was pulling out of my spot along the side of the road when a motorcylce turning right stopped at the stop sign just up the road a little bit. Bam! He tipped over. It was quite possibly the funniest thing ever. He stopped, put his leg down on the road, raised his leg back up, I assume so he could start back up again. Only he didn't go anywhere, except for right on the ground. What made it better was how he frantically scurried to pick the bike back up and drive off.
The event was then made even better than that when I walked by the scene of the tip. There was a little piece of a light there on the side of the road. It had to be from that guy tipping over. Awesome.
The whole incident almost made it impossible for me to drive to Jamba Juice. He just tipped over for no reason. I probably shouldn't have been driving under such funny circumstances. Boy, am I glad I did though. What is usually just a routine Jamba Juice trip, was just about to get better.
After the guy on the motorcycle just tipped over everything went as it normally does. The Juice was particularly crowded that night, I was quite perturbed. Things were just about to get good though.
I'm sure the workers were doing things a little faster than they normally would since the place was so crowded. That probably contributed to the mini-fiasco that ensued. The young attrative Jamba Juice employee took the freshly blended Jamba off of the blender she started pouring, the cup began to fill up and then Bam! It just tipped over. She must have not noticed as she continued to pour Jamba all over the counter. She just shrugged it off. Acted like it was no big deal. They made a new one and everthing returned to normal.
Just a few minutes later the same girl who had previously tipped a cup over was unloading freshly blended Juices from the blender. Four at once. I was quite impressed. She was moving them over to the fill station to fill the cups with the freshly made Jamba. She set the first two down, then the third, then the fourth, Bam! It just tipped over. She wasn't so calm and collected this time.
"I'm not pouring anymore! You pour, I'll make them"
She said all of that while practically shoving the other girl out of the way. It was probably for the best. I didn''t want Poury All Over The Counter McGee pouring my Jamba Juice. That's when I noticed that she would be making my Jamba Juice. Great. This was going to be the worst Jamba ever.
There I was, a little apprehensive about Poury McGee making my Jamba. It finished blending and the substitue pourer girl took it off and poured it in the cup. Perfect pour. "Mark". Mark? Who is Mark. Come on, I'm there more than most of the people who work there, learn my name. I took the little end of the straw wrapper that they leave on off, gave the obligatory thank you and threw the wrapper away. I took a sip and Bam! Best Jamba ever.
I was so surprised, she couldn't pour at all but she should could make a mean Jamba. I thought I should let her know, boost her confidence a little. I told her not to worry about the whole pouring incident. I then went on to explain how this was the best Jamba Juice I've ever had. I don't think she believed me, but it really was the best ever.
I thought the eventful trip was over, but it wasn't. I was pulling into my parking spot enjoying the best Jamba ever, when my phone started to vibrate in my pocket. I assumed it was a text since no one calls me. It kept vibrating though. It only vibrates three times for texts. This was more than three vibrates. I pulled it out, the phone you pervert, and looked at the front screen to see who was calling. "New Text Message". I was so confused. It never vibrates more than three times on a text.
I figured I'd park first then read the text. It wouldn't stop vibrating though. I was so mad. "All right! I got it," I yelled at the phone. I flipped it open looked at the screen and Bam! It was a phone call. Appearantly I had received a text and phone call at the same time.
I closed the car door. Bam! My adventure to Jamba Juice was over and so was my fun.
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