May 1, 2014
Not a City Girl
Today, I came to the realization that I really stink at being a city girl. Okay, maybe not just today. It's a realization that continues to grow as the years pass. And if you know me, you're probably not surprised.
No matter how hard I try to blend in, cardigan sweater complete with scarf, dangly earrings and all, as I venture down to our state capital, I always end up doing something silly to make myself stand out as the token country girl.
If it weren't for GPS, I would never venture into the city at all. There's no way I would be able to navigate without it. I am directional and map challenged. Although, half the time, GPS doesn't get things right with all the construction going on. I sort of just close my eyes and wing it. I really don't close my eyes but I might as well. Half the time I even wonder how in the heck I even got to my destination.
However, despite my fears of venturing into the city, I think it's good for the soul. I love my country life, but I also love getting out of it once in a while to explorer what's going on in the "other world." Maybe get some culture other than my next door neighbor burning tires on a daily basis or a Jehovah's Witness showing up at my door. After all, the state capital is where a lot of important agriculture events take place. Ironically, they don't take place on a farm.
And there's Starbucks on every corner.
Speaking of Starbucks. Approaching my destination this morning, I decide I want to grab some coffee first and maybe a little breakfast. I punch in 'Starbucks' into my GPS looking for one in the area. 83 possibilities pop up. No joke.
I choose the closest one and enter into an illegal U-turn. Cars are honking. Pulling into Starbucks I nearly rear end a Mercedes Benz. I wheel back around the parking lot looking for an open spot. The only available spot is a tight squeeze at the front door next to a curb. Excited about the front row parking, I wheel in feeling like a true city girl about ready to order her venti latte skim no whip and throw the entire car up onto the curb. Students and colleagues sitting by the window stare out between sips from their mugs.
My first thought is, thank goodness I didn't bring the truck. I probably would not have only driven up on the curb but wiped out the entire Starbucks sign out front.
I back out from the curb.
Clunk. Clunk. Ker plunk.
Coffee drinkers still staring out the window.
I re-position the car and smoothly pull in.
Now, the grand decision. After my grand entrance. To go in. Or not to go in.
Caffeine starved, hungry and desperate, I go in not making any sort of eye contact at all whatsoever with anyone sitting by the window.
I peruse the various breakfast items cursing that non of them are gluten free. You'd think Starbucks would have something gluten free. It is the city after all. My local small town coffee house has gluten free breakfast sandwiches for crying out loud.
By this time, I've had no time to look at the coffee menu whatsoever.
I look up to a tall old man with beady eyes at the register staring at me.
Rushed, I order coffee.
"What kind of coffee would you like?"
"Ummmmmmm. Regular. Plain. Coffee."
"Light, Medium, Bold or decaf."
"BOLD. Clearly I need it this morning." *awkward chuckle*
"Do you want your receipt?"
"Um no, that's okay." *awkward smile* *awkward pause*
"You're done now."
I scoot over to the other side of the counter.
After I get a hold of my coffee I head back towards my car again, without making contact with the window coffee drinkers.
I get back into my car. Take a sip of my hot coffee. Burn my tongue. Turn on the ignition. Let out a big sigh.
"Ok, where the heck am I?"
To be continued....