From a grandstand point of view...

It was Crystal. But it still made my day.

I was at Mickey D's catching breakfast when he started my day with acidic level of sarcasm. I tried everything from listening to my miniature Pod on full blast to feigning ignorance to just NOT RESPONDING. But he still got to me. I need to polish on my poker face.

He irritated me to the point where I just wanted to leave my skin behind and fade off. Along the train ride, I placed my hands over my face and he said, "Yeah, Mickey D's in the morning will make you sick.."

I replied, "I don't want to hurt your ego so early in the morning, but I need to let you know that it is not Mickey D's that is making me sick..."

I'm certain he is a smart man and could read that for himself without further interpretation!

So if you think I had a blast being the butt of his every joke and the blunt of his every acidic douses after douses of sarcasm, you're wrong. This person is limitless. This person knows no extend.

Oh yeah, I used to think that gratitude was the sincerest form of flattery. Here it is : thank you for the invitation for my first ever Crystal grandstand seats.

PERIOD.