The elixir of life is no fairytale; we call it coffee.
I was recently gifted with a Starbucks gift card. I hate Starbucks but one never knows when one might find themselves without and it's always good to have a backup plan.
Just such a morning was this! With no coffee and no money, I remembered the giftcard in my wallet and started off for a cup of coffee that tastes nothing like coffee should.
I arrived at Starbucks where I was greeted by an over enthusiastic "Barista" - I hate that word - and placed my order of a large medium roast with room for cream. (You must let them know you would like room or they will fill it to the brim - one of the few redeeming qualities of this chain.)
I headed out to a small patio located on the roof of the shop and on my way up the stairs, my foot slipped and down I came in slow motion - my eyes never leaving the precious elixir in my hand and, somehow, managed to set it gently on its bottom on a step above me as my knee and shoulder crashed into the stairs.
A little spilled through the lid and onto my arm, but only a little.
My coffee was saved!
As I mull over the events of this morning, it only goes to show that no matter how much I may dislike a particular coffee chain, nothing could be more terrifying than the thought of facing the day with no coffee at all.