A strange thing happened tonight when I was out on my evening stroll around the neighborhood. There I was, minding my own business, admiring the view from Adelaide Drive to the Pacific, when I was interrupted by an unusual request. "Excuse me (hic), but is there a Starbucks around here (hic)?" I turned around and came face-to-face with a man in desperate need of coffee. He wore a bright red beanie, was pushing a shopping cart and seemed drunk out of his gourd. I directed him to 7th and Montana. "Thanks," he replied, "I'd just about kill for a latte." I'm sure he was kidding, but I couldn't help wondering whether the Starbucks Aprons come in Kevlar, just the same ...
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Is that his laundry in the grocery cart?
Good thing you were empty handed at the time :o)
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