Enjoy The Long Lines!!

I had some money left on a Starbuck’s gift card (that’s the urban part of an urban farm girl.)

Had some errands to do.  For some reason, errands are always much better with a warm cup of something from Starbucks.  As long as it’s paid for by a gift card.

Thinking I’d go through the drive through, I rapidly aimed for the one remaining parking space when I saw the line of cars wrapping around the front of the building.

It must be faster inside.

Only, that line was as long as the outside line.  I was feeling in a good mood though, so decided to strike up some conversation with the people around me…bringing cheer to them and to me.  It’s always more fun to wait in line if you’re not staring at a spot on the floor or out the window in a strategic attempt to avoid the eyes of the other line dwellers.

So, it went something like this…after striking up first with Guy #1 behind me in line, we had worked up a pretty good line relationship, so we continued with Girl #1 and Guy #2.

Guy #1:  “You’re the only one in Colorado wearing shoes like that!”  (Noting my bare feet in flats poking out from under my jeans)

Me:  “Why?”  (duh)

Guy #1:  “It’s freezing!”  (duh back at ya.)

Me:  “It’s not freezing!  You must not be a native!”

Guy #1:  “Well, I’m from Denver.”

Girl #1:  (Eyes wide, sarcastic)  “Ohhhhhhh.  That’s the problem.”

Guy #2 is, meanwhile, reading a newspaper in front of the 3 of us and doing his best to appear that he isn’t listening. 

Me:  (Holding my shod foot up in the air in front of Guy #2)  “You would wear these if you could, wouldn’t you?”

Guy #2:  Lengthy delay. 

Me:  “The answer is no.”  (wink, wink)

Guy #2:  “Well, actually, I would, but only on a Saturday night with a ball gown.”

Guy #1:  “And the door locked.”

Here’s to you and the fun you can have while waiting in line.

–  The Only TRUE Native In The Starbucks 4some, Home of the Carnivorous Plants.

P.S.  Post a comment about your best line cheering activities!!

About The Goat Cheese Lady

I am Lindsey. At first I was a city girl. Then I was an urban farmgirl, attempting to balance city and farm life. Now, after moving to the country, I have embarked on life as a rural farmgirl, complete with my husband, the Animal Whisperer, man of exceptional knowledge and patience, two boys who are louder than my sister and I ever were, a herd of milking goats, and a flock of egg-laying chickens. Coyotes, mice, country dogs and prairie dogs are frequent visitors. Just 45 minutes north is Colorado Springs, the setting for our first six years in the goat world. Our family. Our city friends. Our introduction to cheesemaking. But we...and our growing farm and soon-to-be creamery...have set up shop down off of Highway 115 in Penrose, Colorado.
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