one of the things that i've felt the MOST is the absence of 'MY' starbucks.
you see, 'MY' starbucks was like CHEERS to me.
where everybody knows your name. where they're always glad you came.
'my' starbucks has HISTORY.
memories.
stories.
it's 'MY' starbucks.
and i MISS it.
so today, on a rainy, sleeting, ick of a drive home, i decided that i would swing by.
i pulled up to the shopping center and there were cop cars. MULTIPLE cop cars. parked outside.
now, the thing you should know is that the stores in 'MY' starbucks shopping center are as follows:
SOME DUDE SUIT STORE
GAMESTOP
SUBWAY
STARBUCKS
ABC LIQUOR STORE
HAIR SALON
MATTRESS SHOP
so, you could conceivably go shopping with your man, swing by and pick up an xbox game, grab yourself a five dolla' footlong, some coffee...pop in the liquor store and add some bailey's to that coffee, make a reeeeeeeally bad hair decision bc you really SHOULDN'T DRINK AND CUT...and then pass out at the mattress shop.
but anyhow.........
i've seen cop cars there before. it's the liquor store. liquor stores and cop cars just go together. like macaroni and cheese. like milk and cookies. like teacups and saucers. like mashed potatoes and gravy.
you know...LIKE THAT.
but here's the thing...
the cops weren't AT the liquor store. they were standing guard blocking the doors of the beauty salon next door.
weird right?
so on my way out i HAD to ask. because i'm me. and that's what i do. if there's a story, i wanna know.
the officers were not nearly as chatty as the average stranger (the average stranger, believe it or not, is actually quite chatty...at least once you get them to smile).
all i got out of them was that there was a threat...and they were there to offer their protection.
um, okay?
curiosity is killing me. call me nancy drew but i need to know more.
bet someone at 'MY' starbucks will have the scoop tomorrow. you KNOW i'm going back, right? :)
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