Friday, October 3, 2008


Dear Starbucks Drive-Thru ("Thru!") Lady Who Probably Would Prefer To Be Called a Barrista:

When I order a large coffee with an extra shot of espresso, please refrain from coyly attempting to indoctrinate me into the Starbucks Culture by teaching me its language ("Oh. A Venti Red Eye?"). Just pour the damn coffee. I appreciate the obnoxiously strong coffee when I'm driving 200 miles in the dark, and I appreciate the drive-thru ("thru!") window when I'm accompanied by a baby I'd just as soon remained asleep. I think your size names are stupid (how is a Grande not a large?), and when I come around again in a few months because I'm once again driving 200 miles in the dark, I won't remember if it was a Red Eye or a Red Bull or a Twitching Eye or a Tropic Thunder, or what. Thanks.

Dear Dog Owners:

Thanks for making the park smell like shit. I really appreciate the Value-Added Experience.

Dear Grandfolks:

Thanks for having us yesterday. We both appreciated your three big tubs of toys.

Master Mess Maker

And thanks for glossing over the murder and mayhem in Little Red Riding Hood.

What Big Eyes

You get grandparent bonus points.

Dear Thumper:

Thank you for once again surprising me with how well you can handle a potential difficult situation. You were a joy and a pleasure, even when you were forced to spend six-and-a-half hours in a car in one day, and I'm not sure how I got so lucky.

Oh, and also, thank you for trying to climb into the stroller this morning while asking, "Jog? Jog?" I was disinclined to workout today, since I was up so late and was feeling under-hydrated after drinking those two Venti Red Eyes last night. You gave me the little push I needed.

Oh, and also, after you fell asleep on said jog, when I was transferring you from the stroller to the crib, thank you for waking just long enough to croak "Grape!" like a man in the desert gasping for water. It really made my morning.

Your etc. etc.,


anniemcq said...

Rodius, I can always count on you to make me smile and giggle and feel wistful all at the same time.
And I agree about the whole Starbucks Grande thing. I ALWAYS ask for a small - they always say "you mean grande?", and I ALWAYS say "whatever".

Every. damn. time.

anniemcq said...

ps: the word verification this time was


even your word verification makes me laugh.

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