Peace, Love, and Starbucks
Peace, Love, and Starbucks… or perhaps I should call this my Ode to Starbucks…
This is so random. I’m sitting in my favorite Starbucks—I like to think of it as MY Starbucks—and seriously, these two women just walked in, all jaunty and happy. One of them loudly announced, “Hello, Starbucks family!” She received a warm greeting from the crew behind the counter. And then, seconds later, this sweet elderly couple walked outside, and the woman smiled and waved and spoke to me, as if we were old friends, even though my face was buried in my laptop. See? This is why I love this place! We are a bizarre caffeine-addicted community/support group. Perhaps we encourage one another’s addictions, but at least, there is lots of love. Coffee= love? Has Starbucks held the keys to life all this time? They’re not just selling coffee, they’re selling belonging, kindness, world peace.
Elizabeth works from home as a writer, editor, diaper changer, baby snuggler, laundry slayer, not-so-gourmet chef, kid chauffeur, floor mopper, dog groomer, and tantrum tamer. She is always tired, but it's mostly the good kind.