On what was already shaping up to be a Ziggy morning, running late, need to stop at the grocery store to get more cups for the eighth grade picnic today cuz last week’s originally scheduled event was rained out, didn’t make the coffee because the girls are still asleep (no school for the Memorial Day weekend, not me though), just looking for some coffee and maybe a bagel or some kind of muffin, so out of the car into the Super Stop and Shop where they also have a Starbucks, but sort of down on Starbucks, used to like it when they served just coffee but then they went all Hollywood on me and now I need a translator just to figure out how to order a simple-stinking-regular-cup-of-coffee.
Made a wrong turn in the store and as I regained my bearing to find my way up to the Starbucks counter I see a 19 year old “Jonas Brother” reject cut me in line to order an “Iced-coolata-mocha-java-latte-frappachino-chi-lite-house-blend-Sumatra-French-roasted-grande” and I’m like “freak” this, I don’t have like 23 minutes to wait while Henrietta stumbles and bumbles her way through this ridiculous order.
So I settled on a 7:07 am Diet Coke.
At least I’ll get the Coke Rewards points.
