every time I walk through the doors of a Starbuck’s I feel at home …call me crazy…..the smells, the people, the intensity of the order jolts me with a rush that only hits me at a Springsteen concert.
i gather the strength to make my order….my only hope…not a long line behind me…..if I double, triple or extra foam …..the line goes nuts. I’m wondering what difference it makes as they are all on their iPhone pretending to be texting anyway!?
the challenge in finding a seat is invigorating….somehow I end up sitting next to someone breaking up, having a fight over the phone or speaking to their child in a voice that cries “Monica” from “Friends”.
but then the peace drifts in as I drink my dirty extra hot venti chai tea …..break out the books and seek sanity?!
the encore of the visit……looking and listening…..cheers to the barristers….Thanks Starbucks …