Musical Missed Connections
Starbucks
Missed Connections in Atlanta
I saw you for the second time this week… this time at Starbucks. You remember which one… it was the Starbucks just down the street and around the corner from another Starbucks. As I recall, you were wearing something and so was I (I can’t believe the coincidence… it has to be fate!)
I think you saw me watching you watching me watching you order your cage-free, organic, free-range, low-fat, decaf (water process of course) soy-mocha-macchiato half Ethiopian Sidamo, half Columbian Narino Supremo with a twist, shaken, not stirred. Of course, I was too embarrassed to come up and talk to you because I had ordered a large drip with room and I felt that was just too vulgar… too common… too… well… unpretentious. What was I thinking, ordering an actual cup of coffee at a Starbucks?
If I had just taken that web-delivered PhD at www.coffeesnobs.com, I could have ordered something that impressed you and wittily and urbanely declared the blend, “Impertinent, but shy, with the taste of ripe blackberries, sun and smoke… with the nose of an oak-aged sherry, but the lingering caresses on the tongue of a 19 year old lover, expectant and eager.”
Anyway… I promise to do better next time.
One Year Ago: Missed Connection in Portland, OR: Love is Simple
Her Two Cents from the Missed Connections Chief Bottle-Finder:
The Starbucks “culture” is a veritable gold-mine for creative satire and our Atlanta poet fully exploits this in their message. Truth be told, second to grocery stores, most missed connections happen in coffee cafes so you never know who might be creeping around the perimeter the next time you order your barista-crafted beverage.
