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Starbucks Whore

Published 2.8.05 by Porkchop | E-mail this post

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Really, I don't think that is an accurate title since I am not actually doing anything but showing up at Starbucks to get my free coffee. But my jealous sisters think it is the perfect title.

I think I might have mentioned him once. Him being the Starbucks Barista who happens to think I am cute and therefore makes my drinks perfectly and occasionally gives them to me. This rocketh.

Tonight, I stopped by to drink tea and read my book. How lovely. We chatted for a bit, he gave me my drink. I sat outside and read. He stopped by and chatted some more. At some point in our conversation I mentioed where I work. At the end of our conversation he told me he would bring me a drink tomorrow at work. Sweet!

Right before I left, he told me he wasn't working tomorrow, but would come in, make me my drink and THEN bring it to me. Oh. And he laughingly invited me out for coffee.

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This odd narrative is my life. I ended up in Pittsburgh, of all places--from the beach. I have no hobbies, other than cooking excessively and eating microwave popcorn. I enjoy shopping, the Food network, hiding the remote so the Food network cannot be turned off, find ethnic food stores and restaurants and reading voraciously. My life is decidedly pedestrian.

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I worked in the car business where I was required to be ruthless and soul-less wench, which is when I started this project. Since then, I've kept it up because secretly, I've always wanted to join the military. Every male in my mother's family has joined and I quietly entertain thoughts of joining. I haven't yet and don't know if I ever will, but sending the troops cookies keeps me sane. it makes me think I still have a shred of human kindness left in my withering soul. it's a small way for me to salute the men and women who are brave enough to fight for freedom. And makes me feel like I'm contributing toward troop morale--even if I'm not. So if you want to help, send me addresses of troops you know stationed overseas. you may also contribute toward the cost of chocolate chips, but don't feel obligated, that link is here only by request.


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