Whenever I feel lonely or bummed out, I go to Starbucks. I can't help but laugh to myself when I go there in the mornings. What other place would I find so many different uniforms? In line the other day, there was someone in scrubs, someone in a suit, and someone in boots and a cowboy hat. What a sense of community.
The employees tie it all together. I can always count on them to tell me "hi" when I walk in the door, and smile as I order a complicated drink. Every time they accidentally put whipped cream on the top of my white mocha frappuccino, they make me a new one, no questions asked. I don't even care that they're paid to do it. They have to be nice to me no matter what. I love that. I wish church was like Starbucks. HA.
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