This morning I woke up at 5:30am and remembered that the coffee maker was busted. I grabbed my single drip cone and discovered that I was out of filters.
I reused the filter from yesterday (I know) and added 2 scoops of fresh coffee for luck. Loaded with the resulting tepid cup-of-torture in my system, I headed to Starbucks.
Arrived at Starbucks at 6am (opening time, if you are taking notes) and there was a brand new, white Land Rover parked outside. I smiled and thought to myself: Look, Catherine! It’s The Universe telling you that you have something in common with the people you stereotype about (okay, loathe — whatever; I was giving them a chance).
I walked into the shop and attempted to peg which of the two guys was the driver: the one sitting and reading the paper or the one on his laptop. I happily picked Mr. Laptop and proceeded to the counter.
I ordered my Americano (to paint my house!) and heard this horrible, annoying snapping sound. I looked around and there was this short guy who was waiting for his drink at the back of the shop. He was snapping his finger to I-don’t-know-what, but he wasn’t keeping beat with the song that was playing and that made the snapping sound even worse.
He walked past me, snapping away, with nary a smile for me in return. I followed him outside (he didn’t even smile when he saw my dog in the Volvo!) and he drove off in THE BRAND NEW WHITE LAND ROVER!
Stereotype: confirmed — Catherine Bardagy Winchild 1, Universe 0.
Categories: general humor