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"Who cares about Africa? Give us poetry," my Starbucks barista Adam said this morning, making fun of my complaint that there are no longer witticisms on their coffee cups.
And, yeah, Africa is important, but I do miss the poetry. Of course, I don't visit Starbucks every morning for clever cups, or even for my venti chai tea latte with three pumps of mocha and no water.
I visit because Adam and Alex make my day happy. Every morning, I get a friendly start to my day. They smile at me, talk about random events in their lives (Alex slept through his alarm today and Adam had to cover for him until he got in; Adam wants a dwarf to pop out from underneath his fiancée's wedding dress on the big day), and give me this temporary feeling of belonging in a world where I feel I never have a place. They give me community.
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And, yeah, Africa is important, but I do miss the poetry. Of course, I don't visit Starbucks every morning for clever cups, or even for my venti chai tea latte with three pumps of mocha and no water.
I visit because Adam and Alex make my day happy. Every morning, I get a friendly start to my day. They smile at me, talk about random events in their lives (Alex slept through his alarm today and Adam had to cover for him until he got in; Adam wants a dwarf to pop out from underneath his fiancée's wedding dress on the big day), and give me this temporary feeling of belonging in a world where I feel I never have a place. They give me community.
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Adam and Alex sound extremely delightful! I am glad they are in your life!! :)
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