It’s clear: We’re all addicted.

 

ImageMy business, The Writing Loft, moved to the Presidio Building on May 1, 2014. Now, my ‘loft’ is ensconced below Starbucks. It’s still a ‘loft’ but on a different plane.

Who hangs out at Starbuck’s? Me. I’m a writer. I’ve seen others of my ilk at Starbucks across the country. Location. Location. Location.

On Friday, May 9, a sign appeared on the establishment’s double doors. “We will be closed for remodeling starting Sunday, May 11 until Saturday, May 17.

All right. I can survive. I have a Verismo® pod machine. I will survive. I will remember that the place is closed. Others forgot. On Monday, I watched a trail of rejected consumers stream up and back the steps. I hoped they would be well and survive.

Then, I ran out of Verismo espresso pods. Much like people who place phone receivers to their ears when evaluating phones at Radio Shack, knowing that the phone isn’t live but checking anyway, I joined the sad line of humankind, shuffling up and away from 300 South El Camino Real with de-caffeinated souls.

It is now Friday, May 16. 7:15 am. I have been up since 4:00 am, performing a Vulcan Mind Meld on the awesome construction team that’s been working above my head all week.

May the espresso gods and morning bun goddesses place gentle foam and sprinkle fine chocolate blessings upon you.

Please finish today. Please.

Postscript. They did.

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