You know that moment when the world feels like it’s closing in—grand kids are gearred up early, traffic backed to the Fort Pitt Bridge, that one guy still using speakerphone in public—and you think, “It’s fine… I’ll just get my festive Starbucks cup and pretend life is a Hallmark movie.”
So I roll into the Greentree Starbucks, visions of peppermint and red holiday cups dancing in my head. The signs? Covered in snowflakes and mistletoe. The menu? Screaming “Fa La La Latte.” My soul? Ready.
I order. I wait. And then… they hand me a plain, everyday, non-festive, regular cup. No snowflakes. No reindeer. No holiday spirit.
I said, “No holiday cup?” The don’t have them in yet!!
WHAT? Guess what… this might be that ONE time I purposefully don’t clean up my grandkids’ chair and floor crumbs ’cause, my holiday manners, I don’t have THEM yet.
So thanks, Greentree Starbucks. Nothing says “magic of the season” like a beige cup and crushed dreams.
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Guest Blogger – Anonymous grandmother!
John is a Partner at YaJagoff Media, LLC.
