(#141/365) Offerings

"You cannot live sheltered forever without being exposed, and at the same time be a spiritual adventurer.

Be audacious! Be crazy in your own way with that madness in the eyes of man that is wisdom in the eyes of God. Take risks, search and search again, march everywhere, in every way. do not let a single opportunity or chance that life offers pass you buy.

and do not be petty and mean, trying to drive a hard bargain"

- Arnaud Desjardins

Primary Morning Rule: Never Get Between A Queen and His Coffee

So this morning was just gorgeous out - the blue skies of summer - a slight breeze, dogs playing in the park - everything was going breezy till I got to the coffee shop. I go to a Peets off the main drag - and it's usually five or six regulars which means quick service so that we can all make our train. This morning - however - there were easily 50 joggers congregating who had all come off their morning run.

I got in line - and the woman two positions ahead of me ordered 22 lattes with extremely long specific orders - while managing to be a pushy bitch to the woman behind the counter. Just because the woman serving behind the counter is Asian - doesn't mean you have to repeat everything slow and exaggerated like she's an idiot. but the counterperson smiles it away - and serves the woman in front of me - a quick drip cup of coffee. In the meantime - there are six or seven people in line. As it becomes my turn to get my coffee - a man storms in the front door (obviously part of the running group congregating outside).

"I need to order a bunch of drinks ...." and starts in on his order.

"Excuse me," I said quite nicely actually, "But - there is a line already for-..."

"Oh - I'm with the running group" he says, interrupting me - and gesturing for me to shut up - and then he continues rattling off his order.

Okay - there are few things that piss me off immediately - but he hit three buttons simultaneously. First - that kind of superior "me first, fuck off" attitude - - oh no he di'n't... Second - interrupting me - and THIRD - Missy is getting between me and my coffee which is like getting between a Grizzly Bear and a salmon - you simply don't do it.

My brain then clicked into "how do I handle this" mode....

and ----- 5 4 3 2 1. GO.

"It's really nice that you are with the running group," I say in response, "but of the six or seven people you are cutting in front of, I know at least three of us are hoping to have our coffee and be on the 7:04 Caltrain. I go to the gym every day on my lunch hour - I appreciate excercise. but - you still need to be a big boy and get in line behind everyone else."

and one of the ladies in line behind me, like some scene from a sitcom, says "Exactly." and the rest of the line joins me in giving him the look of death.

He doesn't answer - but harumphs and gets in line.

and even better - the barista gave me my coffee on the house.

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the 411

I got out of work late and on the 556pm train - which'll get me into Palo Alto about 640 - (almost an hour late) - I'm stopping by the store for vittles (making Southern Oven Fried/Baked Chicken, mashed potatoes and grilled vegetables for dinner) - taking Miss Kate on a long sniff-patrol then perhaps a snuggly movie with Dr. Dave - - and that'll wipe away the glamour of the last week at work. :)

What's on tap for the weekend? Pottery painting and sisterly bonding with Michael Golden (bibliocub tomorrow afternoon - followed by dinner with the Breslows (our awesome hippy neighbors from upstairs) --- and breakfast with Alita (my piano teacher) on Sunday.

BREAST!

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Baked up a whole chicken breast with skin coated in panko and parmesan along with sweet corn, mashed baby red potatoes - and a side of fresh tomatoes and green beans. Now Dr. Dave and I are settling in for CuddleTimeTheater^tm - and a showing of Bruno Bozzetto's ALLEGRO NON TROPPO.