Monday, July 21, 2008



You know you've "arrived" at 7th and Montana when the Baristas start reserving tables for you.  That became apparent last week when Barista Tyler rushed over to one of the few available tables at Our Favorite Starbucks and held it for me with a "Reserved for Marty" sign.  "How nice of you," I said, "but I have a few reservations of my own."  Right there, staring me in the face -- on the flip side of the "Reserved for Marty" sign -- was a teaser advertisement promoting a mysterious new pastry.  The text read, "With whole-grain fiber, whole-fruit goodness and Omega 3s to boot!"  Honestly, I wouldn't know an Omega 3 from an Andromeda Strain, but I can't help thinking that I've somehow been "insulted" ...!


princesssaurora said...

Martians, preschool teaching methods, no wonder you are a VIP with your own reserved seat!  LOL  You highlight all the interesting characters... and Starbucks at the same time!  I love it!

be well,

gazker said...

Did you tell the barista's you were constipated? Marty, don't eat it, you'll pebble dash everything in sight!
Gaz ;-)