jamba juice
A few weeks ago I patronized the “Potato King” street vendor, and soon after was craving food that wasn’t starchy and burned (so sad…such potential). I saw people with Jamba Juice and tried to follow their trails, but never found anyone who wasn’t on a cell phone that I could safely ask the location of their purchase. I wandered around several square blocks before finally returning to my office empty handed (yes I know there’s one on 42 and 5th but the line there is TOO long and there was clearly one closer than that).
Once back at work, I went to the Jamba Juice store locator. I typed in my address. It returned my address. No, not “where am I starting,” I want “where is Jamba Juice.” It happened again. So… it turned out that my employment shares an address with Jamba Juice. That’s right. Same building. Um, I knew it was closer than 42nd.

August 14th, 2008 at 10:33 am
I love me some Jamba. How sweet there is one so close to you - and too bad you just found that out.
August 31st, 2008 at 11:31 pm
ha ha ha! that is HILARIOUS! love it!
I hope you went downstairs and got a jamba….that sounds really really good to me right now.
September 24th, 2008 at 7:05 pm
Hi Amy! I don’t know exactly how I found your blog, but I did. And I am very happy I did.
Love this post.