Wild Times
Last night I went to a Starbucks. I ordered a couple of coffees and a sandwich.
The nice barista heated the sandwich up for me. When he handed it over a cloud smelling of warm ham and melty Swiss cheese came with it. The paper it was wrapped in was spotted with butter from the flaky croissant it was made with.
Unfortunately, the other barista messed up one of my coffee orders so I had to wait around while they fixed that.
When I got my re-made order I walked over to a trash can and threw away everything.
Then I went to another Starbucks.
I ordered different drinks there.
One of them was some kind of frozen green tea thing, the other was a strange nuclear pink. I never order that stuff. I always wondered what these drinks were.
Now I had one.
Pink's my favorite color, but I don't necessarily want to drink it. I'm usually kind of a coffee purist at Starbucks.
It felt funny to order all this strange foo-foo stuff.
In the end it didn't matter because I also threw all of that away.
This surprised me.
I remember wondering: What's happening to me? Ordering strange drinks? Being wasteful?
I'm not usually wasteful. I was very influenced as a child by my Depression-era grandparents. Wasting stuff is against my nature.
I thought about all of this as I went to the next Starbucks.
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I don't know what I ordered there because then I woke up.
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I've been awake for hours now but can't stop thinking about running around to random Starbuck's all night.
Why was I ordering things I didn't want? Why was I throwing everything away?
Maybe it was just the freedom of being able to go out? Maybe being cooped up is starting to get to me?
It was kind of nice to be out and about.
No one had on masks either. And, I remember when that guy handed me the sandwich he leaned right over towards me. It was like he wasn't even afraid to lean close to another human being!
So things are still like the old days in my dreams. That's kind of comforting, I guess.
Nice Morning
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I knew it was going to be a good day when I asked Alexa about the weather. Not only was it going to be a pretty day, but she answered me right away. No questions asked.
Then I asked her to play a specific Spotify playlist.
And she did that too!
Then I asked her to turn on the light by my bed: "Turn on 'Susan'.", I said.
And she did!
That counts as a red letter day in my life.
Three wishes in a row made to the Echo thingie: three wishes granted.
Wow. I should buy a lottery ticket. Are they still selling lottery tickets? Is that considered essential?
Anyway, I reveled in the moment since it's so rare to ask Alexa for something and her not give me any guff about it.
Another Wild Good Chase
What is it and how do you give it to someone? And what should you give them back once they’ve given it to you?
I guess, maybe, you could give them 'what for'. I'm not real clear on how to do that, but I could try. Or I could respond to being given guff, by giving someone 'a piece of my mind'...though, obviously I don't have a lot to spare.
A quick internet search told me that 'Guff' means: verbal abuse.
It further states that guff is a Depression-era term.
I wonder if I used this term because I was thinking of my grandparents and how they'd hate me throwing away stuff from Starbucks all night long? They would have definitely given me guff for throwing away perfectly good food.
A quick internet search told me that 'Guff' means: verbal abuse.
It further states that guff is a Depression-era term.
I wonder if I used this term because I was thinking of my grandparents and how they'd hate me throwing away stuff from Starbucks all night long? They would have definitely given me guff for throwing away perfectly good food.
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