Tale 4: Jamba Juice

My friend and I were at a local Jamba Juice this weekend with nothing to do as usual. My friend had been given a Jamba Juice gift card for Christmas, so he offered to pay for my drink. I thought it was a kind gesture, so I waited in line while my friend sat over in the corner. I ordered an original sized Orange Dream for him and a power sized Banana Berry for me (because I am a dick), and then I approached the counter to pay. The smiling lady took my typed a few things on the computer screen and then took the card and swiped it. She then smiled at me again and grabbed the receipt as it was printing, but her smile quickly turned to a puzzled frown. She thoroughly examined it for a few seconds while my sorry ass was just standing there waiting, and then she gave me a weird look and said "You have $72 left on your card...". Imagine me standing there, with a blank look on my face, trying to wrap my head around what had just occurred, the Jamba Juice employees thinking I'm some smoothie freak, while hearing my friend's faint shrieks of laughter in the distance. I mumbled something like "I come here a lot" and then turned around and walked directly to my dying friend over in the corner. He told me that he knew that was going to happen because his mom had bought an $100 gift card for him for Christmas, and then he continued to laugh his ass off while I still struggled to comprehend what had just happened. Once he got finished laughing he took the card out of my limp hand and went up to buy a power bar, and when the cashier lady questioned him, he informed her that I am addicted to Jamba Juice. Unable to move, I sat there enduring the weird looks from the Jamba Juice employees, and I begin to wish that I had just paid for my own damn smoothie.