“Oh my goodness. Thank goodness Starbucks is open, or else I would have been upset”, said my Starbucks addicted mother this morning.
My sister and mom stared at the sign. “It can’t be,” my mother uttered, it just can’t.
Emily called the other 3 local Starbucks on Staten Island. Her determination wasn’t enough. They were all closed too.
“Jinkies,” my mom said. She loves Velma from Scooby Doo. She remembered the food store Stop and Shop has a Starbucks in it. We drove there. Emily went inside. My mom and I waited in the car. I watched an employee smoke by the sandbags.
Emily emerged from Stop and Shop after a total of 20 minutes. Two Frappachinos in hand. One for herself, one for my mother. [I had medium iced coffee with milk from Dunkin’ Donuts prior]
My mother took a sip. “Oh yeah,” she said. She revved up the car.
Emily posed with her drink. She smiled.