Give Me the Coffee and No One Gets Hurt
My mom, dad, and me were going to Dallas for dad’s marathon, which he did incredible in. On the way up we stopped at a gas station. They had those orange street cones and each one said something funny on them. One said,” Give me my coffee and no one gets hurt!” That came into a situation later on when we went to Starbucks. By the way, I could not live without Starbucks. Too stinken good! There was a man who looked to be in his mid twenties. I asked for a Toffee-Nut Cinnamon Dolce. He handed it to me and said,” Here you go little man…big man. Whatever you are. You know that’s what I call my cousin who is nine. But you’re not a little man. How old are you?” I said that I was thirteen. He also asked how tall I am and I said 5’1”. He said,” I was that tall when I was your age. You will soon grow. I made 6’2” when I was a senior in college.” All I could think was,” Just give me my coffee!” He was a nice guy though so I didn’t say anything. I had just woken up from my nap in the car and wasn’t in the mood to talk. I got my incredible cup of coffee and got out of that place.
Dad did awesome in the marathon. To read about it click on this link…>>>LINK.
Dad did awesome in the marathon. To read about it click on this link…>>>LINK.




