So I was at Starbucks yesterday morning. Typical line. Lots of people from my neighborhood wearing their Sunday morning best (sweats, yoga pants, and a worried look on their face that the line would make them late for their kids’ soccer match). So there I am, standing there, working my eyes down my imaginary drink order list for my fam. I got half way down the list when I was struck by what I saw directly across from me: a young lad with pointy ears in a green hat and a shield strapped to his back, and a blonde pony tail atop a woman’s head that peaked out above a massive red and yellow mecha suit.
I admit I was star struck. Link and Samus! At my sbux???? I pretended to act all cool and like I wasn’t about to pee my pants. I mean these two literally saved the universe from everything – like a gozillion times! And they are sipping latte’s and chewing on pumpkin loaves right in front of me like it was no big deal, man.
So I did what any nerve wracked and overwhelmed fan might do. I listened in to their conversation while pretending to stare down at my phone.
This is what I heard:
Link: “Samus, did you ever get to a point in your mission where, you like, couldn’t figure out how to go on? Or you knew exactly how to go on, but it seemed like it would take forever to do so?”
Samus: “Yes! All the time.”
Link: “But you did it anyway.”
Samus: “Please.”
Link: “Yeah. What about this: at the end of your mission, if you did like every single task, like I mean EVERYTHING. Was that a big deal?”
Samus: “Pssssh. Elite. I call that ELITE because some of that stuff was so hard to do and hard to find. Yes, I was elite because very few fellow warriors could even think about doing that.”
Link: “Yeah.”
Samus: “People I trained with – they wanted to be elite day one. Weren’t interested in earning it.”
By then I got my order and didn’t have an excuse to stick around to hear the rest. I think I heard something about football. Or cooking. It wasn’t clear.
JFF
