
I stopped at Starbucks on my way to work this rainy, western Washington day. Everything inside my local shop was red — Christmas red — even though the countdown is still 45 days before December 25. But rather than Humbug! it, I decided to join the festivities by ordering my grande / non-fat / light-whip / gingerbread latte with 8 pumps of holiday cheer. My barista was more than happy to [humor me] oblige me [/humor me] though it did cost an additional 15 figurative dollars.



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MMM… 8 Pumps of Holiday Cheer. Why not Kwanza cheer or Hanukah cheer, or even CHRISTMAS cheer. Sheesh. You post modernist. Man what’s the deal.
The following is a Gtalk chat between Andy and myself that took place immediately after I read his previous comment.
4:26 PM me: hmm, what’s interesting is that I had typed in a “post blog” comment at the end of my post about how I was not making a politically correct statement in Starbucks and that anybody who was going to give me grief about it was a moron.
4:27 PM Andy: haha. I missed that
me: right, I didn’t put it in there because I figured most of my readers would know better.
Andy: still fun to give you a hard time
me: I thought by putting it in there it would create the feeling of unease, so I left it go. maybe now I’ll have to put it back in. : )
4:28 PM Andy: you can blame it on me
4:29 PM me: I may quote you on that.
Andy: at least I will be quoted by you
that is awesome.
The smell of burning (I mean steaming) Egg Nog - bizarre tinsley things…and the sharp, witty, engaging banter of men. I love Christmas.