Really. I do hate it! But what am I going to do? I’m stuck. When we go to physical therapy, I like to have a cup of coffee and read the paper while they are busy torturing Laurae. And the closest coffee spot is (groan!) Starbuck’s. And it’s one of the worst. Honest. You have to wait forever in line while the person in front of you yammers on a cell phone all about this funeral she’s flying to tomorrow. The viewing will be all day but she is only going to be there to support so and so and her dad, yada yada yada. The cremation is next week because they’re way behind on cremations. (Fuel shortage?) On and on it goes. Then I finally get my order in… a tall coffee Americano, which is warm, not hot. I take it all outside where the loiterers are drinking and SMOKING! And more cell phone madness. Plus the music. Do I need music outside? NO! and I go to check my email and this Starbuck’s wants me to PAY for a connection…NOT!
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