After dropping my son off at preschool without any parking lot incidents (I know, it's amazing) I was jonesing for a Starbucks breve latte in the cool fall weather, so I decided to treat myself. An important facet of this tale is the fact that "my" Starbucks has the most f'ed up parking lot in the history of drive thru service. There are 3 access points, making knowing who's next in line impossible if there are more than 8 cars, and this is the suburbs, so there are often more than 8 cars in line. It also creates a racing scenario, since people can see you heading for one access point, and will race you from another access point to beat you to the drive thru line. This is what happened to me today.
Mr. Gnome, because seriously the man belongs on someone's front yard in a pointy hat, raced to beat me in his kickass Ford Focus wagon. Hot! Rather than admit defeat, I just parked and walked in. But the race is not over, of course, because I must rub his nose in it when I still beat him. It was a risky proposition since I have a baby to get in & out of a carseat, and I wanted a breve instead of my regular dark roast, so the barista was in play.
So Mr. Gnome got a sheepish look on his face when he saw me lugging a kiddo into Starbucks. Why? I chose to haul my ass out of the house to retrieve overpriced coffee with a kiddo in tow. All's fair in love, war and the coffee drive thru - no? So when I of course beat him, even with the barista & car seat issues, I gave him a courtesy wave on the way by the line, where the poor sap was still waiting. And then he flipped me off. Chivalry is dead, and Starbucks is an asshole magnet.
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