My eyes are still blurry as I fumble through my bag to find my credit card … begging my eyes to open … one of THOSE mornings when i desperately need my rich, hot, quad-americano.
… I walk into my neighborhood coffeehouse and see the faces of familiar baristas smiling behind the counter at me and kindly overlook my untamed morning hair. I know it looks wild, but have decided that my coffee is WAY more important.
They know what I want … prepare it and give a ‘day nod. Ahhh!… Delicious!
I then took a turn and ventured into the bathroom. I startled myself! OMG!!! How could they NOT say anything about my hairdo? Haha!
Bless them this day!