So, It Has Come To This...

...a blog posting about Starbucks. Yes, I have nothing of more importance to say than to let you know that Starbucks pissed me off today --- unitl I had an epithany on the elevator on my way up to the 8th floor to see my therapist.

You see, it took longer than usual for me to run out of the office. I was going to be late --- and this particular mental technician is a real stickler for staying on schedule. ...Perfect for my current bout of OCD. Anyway, I digress. I was in a hurry, but realized I needed some water so I would be able to keep my mouth and throat moist for better speaking. My only options were a health club for women only ---and, I don't think the fact that I am gay would have mattered to them. So I had to run into Starbucks and grab a plastic bottle of water. The caffeine-energized Starbucks counter person rang up my ordinary small plastic bottle of water. It came to $2.45. I had no choice. I had to pay. I was pissed off.

I got on the elevator fuming and then it hit me. Starbucks has earned that $2.45. For there is nothing better on a really cold New England day than a nice cup of steamed milk with a shot of almond! In addition, it was about 3 or 4 summers ago that they turned me on to the gentle, but rhythmic song stylings of bebel gilberto (do any of you know why she only uses lower case letters?) --- Anyway, not too long ago I was in Brookline and in dire need of coffee so I rushed into Starbucks, got a large cup of coffee. Then I noticed some beautiful music, but it was not bebel gilberto. So, I asked the really hyper counter person if that was Macy Gray --- this question stopped her in her tracks and she said, "Oh, no! May the jazz and blues gods forgive you! That is Billie Holiday" ---- with one simple gesture she pointed me toward a compilation of The Lady's best hits. Sure, it cost out the ass --- but it was worth it.

And, you know --- so was the water. Thank you, Starbucks!

I hope I have something of more importance to share with you tomorrow. You never know!