Starbucks Saved My Neighbor

Or at least that chain of coffee houses, saved my neighbor’s car. And for that I am eternally grateful. I have a wonderful neighbor.  She has saved my life on numerous occasions by providing a stick of butter, a teaspoon of baking powder, and shoulder to vent on.

I swim laps in her pool during the summer. We consume fine wine while listening to the oldies and playing Rummy Q.  We talk an occasional walk. And we talk. And talk. And talk.

She even walked me through a roller coaster ride at Disneyland by holding my hand and assuring me we would land soon at the same place where we started. And that I wasn’t going to have a heart attack.

So, Sunday morning she was making pancakes for her son (being the great mother that she is) and her daughter, a typical teenager wanted Starbucks. Like I said, my neighbor is a great mother, so she obliged her daughter’s wish, putting the pancakes on hold for a few minutes.

A few minutes in which her life would have gone down a different path if she’d stayed home flipping those pancakes.

Starbucks is a short drive from our block, yet long enough to keep her away while the wind charged through the trees, whipping the palm tree into a frenzy and dropping multiple fronds onto her driveway.

I recently switched to Peets, but I’m coming back you, Starbucks.

Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

 

Janie

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