Actually, I need more than one moment before life starts each day. Let me finish my coffee if you want me to make sense, otherwise I’m not responsible for what comes out of my mouth and you can’t hold it against me! Anyone else share my addiction? The first step is always admitting to it. I’m looking for my coffee loving tribe.
Have you ever got stuck in a dead end phone call where the operator says, “One moment please”? And can you almost hear the snarkiness in their voice? Then you’re out there floating around in some kind of phone call purgatory and I imagine the person on the other end is guzzling coffee by the gallon just to make it through their day! I always think that they’re secretly listening to me when they put me on “hold” and the hold music somehow corresponds to my thoughts. Now my head is bobbing to the beat of Anne Murray (Spread your tiny wings and fly awayyyyyy) as I’m mentally going over my grocery list, geezzz. Wait, that song does not complement my thoughts…get out of my head Anne Murray!!
The operator comes back on and he sounds a little calmer but tells me he has to transfer me to a supervisor..on hold again. Now I’m the one guzzling the coffee. Is he really transferring me or asking his co-worker, you know the one sitting right next to him, to play the part of supervisor? I watched a movie (can’t remember the name of it) where they did that and now I’m convinced that actually happens.
The “supervisor” (yeah right you can’t fool me) gets on to look up my order that somehow got lost and I can hear her slurping her coffee. That’s good, she’s not afraid to hide her love of coffee, she’s a part of my tribe. After a bit of chatting she tells me my rose skull t-shirt is in the mail and should be there in a few days. Finally!!
Grammas can rock this look right?? Actually, I can’t, it’s been over a week and I still haven’t received it.