Random Acts of Coffee

Last Thursday morning, I asked the hotel desk clerk if my BlackBerry GPS was right; if there really was a Starbucks coffee shop about four miles away.

Eyes “saucered” with enthusiasm, she replied, “There’s one closer than that!” and delivered the download on how to get there.

I made for my car, but turned just as the exit’s automatic door hissed to an open stop.

“Do you want one?” I asked.
“A Starbucks?” she asked in return.
“Yes, I can bring you one back...”
“Are you kidding?! Yes! That’s so cool!”

As I walked back to the desk, she made a quick scrawl of the latte instructions, slid them across the counter to me, and off I went... Read More...