A Girl of the Times

Somedays, I'm just a guinea pig trying to get a food pellet.

It was about 12:30, and I was frantically searching the Starbucks website to find one near me that was open past midnight. My mind was mentally mapping a route to one about 15 miles away with a drive-thru that I was almost sure was open until 2am. I knew I had some work to do tonight, and an appointment in the morning so early that sleep would be more wasted downtime than anything, and I was in desperate need of caffeine.

That's right, I said "wasted downtime". What part of "single mother" are you not getting?

The real annoyance with the Starbucks website is that all the store locations say "Please call this store directly for store hours". Why?? That just means I'll have to talk to someone. No-o-oo, thank you. That is why the internet was born, and I intend to celebrate that concept to the fullest extent. Why not just write them a letter, include a self-addressed, stamped envelope, and ask them to mail me a brochure? Call the store. Jeez.

Frustrated, I walked into the kitchen for a glass of filtered water, because Oprah says we're not using bottles anymore, and it turns out water comes right out of a faucet in my kitchen, anyways. That's when I spotted the thing with the plug on the counter.

Coffee maker. Riiiight. I opened a cabinet, and spotted a bag of... what do they call it? Ground coffee... and it even had the nice Starbucks logo on the side. Thank goodness, or I may never have put two and two together.

Now I just need to go and wake up my neighbor, so someone's in the house to hand me the coffee when I drive up to my kitchen window.