I love coffee. Truth be told, I am an unapologetic java junkie — one whose DNA resonates with all the goodness that is the coffee bean. Further, when I need a fix — and this is every day — Starbucks is my go-to.
Recently, however, while visiting my father, my Starbucks love language was put to the test. No matter who I’m with, I often ask if anyone is up for visiting the siren. On this day, my father, also a self-proclaimed Java connoisseur, agreed eagerly.
Black and blue
We arrived at the Starbucks, but as bad luck would have it, we happened to follow a cop into the parking lot. Careful not to park near this black and white, I kept driving in hopes of finding a space further away.