Tuesday, May 10, 2011

A Story of Desperation, War, and Coffee...

Do you wake up with YOUR hair
in all the wrong places too?

Sometimes the day starts out all wrong from the second you’re almost awake. You can feel it before you even open your eyes: WRONG. I feel this way approximately 6 to 7 days of the week….it’s just a fun thing about me. You know, I always look on the bright side. 

Yesterday I woke up that way. I’d been having some very energetic dreams about people from college, “Inception” style, and it really wore me out. My sons weren’t cooperating with my husband in terms of waking up and I was dreading the moment my feet would hit the floor. 

That’s just me being happy on a typical morning.

And then, a little while later, a miracle occurred.  Someone GAVE me a cup of a coffee.  As I dropped my sons off at school there was a group of pre-school parents standing outside with Starbucks (trademarked!) to go…and they GAVE me coffee.

My mug?  That was half empty?  Suddenly, freely, FULL.  I mean even *I* can’t spin that to be 1/18th empty….it just doesn’t work.  When something’s full…it’s full.

I almost started crying. Why would someone be so nice? Why would a GROUP of people be so nice? WHY??

I think it’s fantastic when the faculty stands outside and helps the kids get into school….they open your car door and help them out….and now we’ve got random coffee??  How on Earth can I maintain my general dislike of people and places and things if I’m getting free coffee and curbside service?

It’s going to be a real challenge, however...because I don’t want to let anyone down, let me say this:   There was a GIANT pothole that I hit and some splashed out onto my lap where I now have a burn that I’m pretty sure has some legal clout to it because no one took a Sharpie pen (trademarked!) and wrote on my Grandpa’s WWII army issue medic’s mug that contents were hot...but then the coffee got cold quickly because I still had some from home in the mug and it didn’t stay piping hot like the new coffee. 

The actual mug

…and when the curbside dude asked me “How do you take it?”

I found that to be a rather personal question for 8:20am. I answered truthfully but that’s just because I’m incapable of lies.  If you want the answer, you’ll have to show up with coffee sometime when I’m “unawares”. Until that day it shall remain a happy mystery to all but coffee toting church folk outside my car window.

*Photo credits: http://www.deviantart.com/, and my phone with the camera option enabled.

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