Another near miss this morning. I artfully dodged a car fight. Those are the worst. A bent fender costs more than an ER trip. It’s similar to a hip replacement.
All this while I was getting my morning coffee.
My Starbucks has two entrances with two ways to get to the drive through. On a busy day it’s backed up so far that both entrances have a line getting to the drive through order “thingy.” People are required to play nice and take turns. (Yes, and if you believe that….well, there’s that bridge to sell!)
These are pre-coffee people who are meaner than folks at a black Friday Wal-Mart sale. You know the one where that one TV is on sale for $20. Their synapses are not snapping. Their behavior resembles prehistoric man. “Me need coffee!” (Not like me who is delightful at any time of day!)
A few weeks back I got caught in one of those lines and a young guy almost clipped me in his desire to get his coffee first. (Perhaps his wife was in labor or he had a job interview…trying not to judge here…but he was a jerk!)
This morning as I pulled around, I eyed the situation and opted to park and walk in. Customers inside are also pre-coffee. They are not friendlier but they won’t kill you to get their coffee first. The line is “orderly.” Sort of.
These days you just don’t know. Any of those hyper-tense coffee-line people could be packing heat. Love my Starbucks but I can think of better ways to die. (Read obit: Coffee to die for!)
As my reward the cost of my coffee was increased this week. You would think that would weed out the crazies. It doesn’t.
There are crazies at every economic level. Some even have guns. In their cars. At all times. I just hope they go to a different coffee shop.
Where is the most dangerous place that you eat or drink?