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. Growing up, the closest thing I had to farm animals were a cat and a cockatiel. In 2009, Herbert (my husband) and I bought our first milk goat and I instantly became an urban farmgirl, attempting to balance city and farm life..before I knew “urban homesteading” was a thing. That’s when we began The Goat Cheese Lady Farm, hence The Goat Cheese Lady blog you’re visiting now. After moving to the country in 2014, I embarked on life as a rural farmgirl. We continued teaching farm and cheesemaking classes, raising more goats and began construction on our cheese creamery. But life had other plans and in 2017, we decided that, due to financial and health issues, we had to close the farm for business. No more classes, no more creamery, a lot less milking. We went back to off farm jobs, I as an Occupational Therapist, Herbert in construction with his business, D&A Home Remodeling. At that point, I made a silent promise to myself that I would corral my entrepreneurial mind and focus on a job for a year. Well, it has been a year and I am back. Not to classes, cheese, soap or lotion, but back to writing. I love it. I’m not sure where it will lead me, but that’s where I’m starting. I’ll continue to write as The Goat Cheese Lady for now, and whatever the future holds, I’ll let you know. Our two boys are 14 and 11 and continue to be louder than my sister and I ever were. We have two dogs, Montaña and Flash, a cat, Jumpy, a flock of chickens and three goats. Yes, we still have Lucy, the goat who helped us start it all and was milked by over 1,000 people. She’s retired but still the boss. Chocolate provides enough milk for our family with some to spare for the dogs. Soccer friends, school friends, coyotes and mice are frequent visitors. There are way too many flies and every so often we see an owl. I’m glad you’re here. Sometimes you’ll laugh out loud, other times you’ll be inspired to appreciate the small things. My hope is that, over your morning cup of coffee or your afternoon work break, you’ll enjoy the antics and inspiration that are my daily life. Lindsey
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