A Little Embarrassing

This morning I had a meeting in Crystal City at 8:30 am. That's approximately 55 miles from my house. 55 of the most traffic clogged miles in this area, might I add. That meant that I had to be out of the house by 6:30 am. As I may have mentioned a time or two, I am not exactly a morning person. In an effort to be on time, I got everything ready last night, packing up my various work materials and my laptop and even picking out my clothes. John agreed to walk Seamus for me, and even cleared all the snow off my car, which was very sweet and very helpful. He's an excellent husband.

I don't normally drink coffee (I just don't like it) and I generally don't have much caffeine, but this morning I thought I might need a little boost, so I volunteered to pick up Starbucks on the way to my boss's house (we went to the meeting together and her house was on the way). I almost never go to Starbucks, but I have five different gift cards that people gave me for Christmas, so I thought might as well use one of them. Well, the parking lot where the Starbucks is was very snowy so I thought I'd use the drive through. For once there wasn't a huge line, but I guess there aren't that many people out and about on cold, snowy winter mornings at 6:30 am. Ok, by that point it was more like 6:40. I drove up to the window, pleased that I didn't have to wait, and proud of myself for remembering what my boss wanted (Grande Skim White Chocolate Mocha, no whip) only to find myself dealing with a slightly startled barista. "It's cool," she said, "since there's no one else around this morning. But you're really supposed to order through the intercom at the box with the menu." Whoops! Like I said, I'm not a morning person. Or a Starbucks person. Still, I did grow up in the 20th century, and I've ordered from many a drive through in my life. You'd think I would have mastered it by now.