Starbucks Coffee

I order. “Mocha Frappacino, venti, please. Yes, put all the unhealthy stuff on it. Oh, and I’d like a banana muffin, too!”

I casually extend my arm from the window with the Starbuck’s card held jauntily between my fingers. The kid at the window makes a grab for the card, misses it and the thing goes flying out of my hand and under my car.


I am dressed up: skirt, blouse, high-heels, and my hair is just so.

I open my car door and look down. No card.

I step out of the car and kneel down. Still I cannot see the card. Of course the heel of my shoe has caught on the hem of my skirt. I lose my balance and topple into the car, leaving a clean spot on the driver’s door.

Luckily most of the grime has landed on my hands and my arms which — thank you, God — are wash and wear. I step back into my car, put it in gear and backup about 12 inches. I might have backed up another two or three inches, but the fellow in the bright red SUV behind me was honking his horn and yelling, “Stop! Stop!” I am not sure why. There were still three or four inches between our bumpers. Maybe he thought I didn’t see him?

Anyway, I get out of my car again and there is my Starbuck’s card, just peeking from beneath the edge of my front bumper. I grab the card and turn to present it to the kid behind the drive-thru window. He says, “Keep it, Lady. This is on me.”

Darn, I think as I’m driving away. I should have ordered two muffins.

5 thoughts on “Starbucks Coffee

  1. Caryl,

    I didn’t put the sign there — Blogger did. I wasn’t too thrilled with the zodiac thing either. While I do not believe it is evil, I also do not believe it holds any truth or value. I suppose it I remove my bithdate from my profile the sign will disappear.

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